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It doesn't matter when war starts or it ends,
as long as you see the day after begin.
So many fight for Glory like told,
after it's over what price does it hold.
The weapons rust and the bombs no longer boom,
men's heads are filled with turmoil and gloom.
Cadence yet sounds in their hearts and their mind,
No better men does humanity find.
The bars and the stripes will be put away,
till the sound of too arms the leader does say.
The cycle will happen again and again,
People killing people putting souls in the wind.

Stanley Victor Paskavich

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