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War

Dawn of a new day.
The cry of the wounded.
The pledge to the dead.
So bow your head,
To give a prayer,
To the great lord above.
Pray that everything will be alright.
Pray that you'll live tell the end of the night.
Pray that you can go home.
Pray that you wont end up with a tombstone.
War is so cruel.
Kill or be killed is the only rule.
So if you go to war expect your chance of death going up,
also that bad feeling in the gut.
So go to war, hope you'll die well known,
Cause in the end if you live you'll wish you could come home.

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  • zakatak25
    October 28, 2009

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    I hate how hippocritical it can be. it seems selfish to mourn the dead when your killing the same as them. even if someone is important to you, they went into battle and waged their life. they lost. it's a gamble that never should have existed in the first place. Good job.


  • WrittenRay
    October 10, 2009

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    ha, Tuthful this is great.
    I'm in the sort of mood like this.
    Have been the last coupple weeks.
    Liisten to alot of greenday.
    Anyhows war sucks.
    Peace Love Happiness,
    Ur friend
    -Ray Ray