The Unfairness Of Angels

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 We are all soildiers
Blue eyes fighting brown eyes
Green eyes fighting grey eyes
They dance around the terrain
Throwing daggers, causing pain
In the face of youth we are fighters
In the stare of maturity we are soldiers
Bullets kill, but looks kill too
We are all soldiers it's true
Even the blind see darkness
Holding their truth in their blackness
Opinions we see and read and feed
And we'll kill for what we believed
We are all soldiers, in our eyes so sore
Our tears, are tears of War
We are all soldiers, we all have seen
Places of battles we've all been
We are all soldiers, man made war machines
Shouting our opinions in our screams!



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