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War... his name

Eyes blood red and yellow
seeking out his prey…
feasting on the juicy bits
as we all look away
we think not of the carnage
we care not for defeat
but soon all man will come to know
of blood soaked body sheets
for we encourage his behaviour
then weep for children slain
it seems that we can never understand
he does this in our name
our name's are on the death note
signed and stamped in full…
how strange we let war be this way
and make of us his fools!?

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War... his name

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