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War deals death it messes with your head
Tells you to fight to kill all in sight
And tells you it's right
That we can not achieve peace
Without these dirty deeds
But you know thats not true there are other ways to
If you put down your guns and talk things through
It will be clear to you
That we don't need to bleed
we can set ourselves free
If all we see is nothing but family
Tells you to fight to kill all in sight
And tells you it's right
That we can not achieve peace
Without these dirty deeds
But you know thats not true there are other ways to
If you put down your guns and talk things through
It will be clear to you
That we don't need to bleed
we can set ourselves free
If all we see is nothing but family
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Why
Why is it
That no matter what I do or how I do it
It always seems to be wrong for you?
Why is it
That no matter what I say
You always seem to turn your back and walk away?
Why is it
That no matter how hard we try
In the end, I still cry?
Was it something I did?
Or something I said?
Somehow to this, it always led
My tears
My pain
Our love
Your games
Answer me please
Answer me now
Answer me honestly
Answer me how
How you could do this?
You made me suffer
You made me cry
You made me want
to just give up and die.
I tried not to cry
but it was worthless
As the tears rolled down my face
Killing me without a trace.
Literature
The Meaning
We're all searching for a meaning,
To life, to love,
To sorrow, to death,
We think it must be a word,
a phrase,
some profound truth,
shining just out of our sight.
But what if,
life's meaning is but a butterfly's kiss?
It's the sight of that spring blossom
Welcoming the morning's light,
It's a friend's arm around you,
Amid grief's darkest night.
It's a waltz, that first kiss,
A teardrop's fall, the curtain call,
I see it in hands raised in worship,
And as tiny fingers greet the world,
Perhaps the meaning's not a word or phrase,
Neither a conundrum nor a matrix,
it's the sum of all our experiences,
The meaning is Life its
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History Burning
the trick is
to make all believe they inheret a
world all their own
remember to erase the words of the
deceased until
death never existed
and put corpses unburied
into neat containers
under every floor
to lock them up tight is
critical;
panic is the plague in this age
and is it any wonder they forget
with puppet parents
who burn books at christmas?
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