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WAR
As war is fought it takes charge, And events spin out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil Which nourishes the roots of their soul. Many things will forever change, Far more then wished to be. As the wrath of war starts to destroy, Those things we fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man, Religion, state, and sanity. Any scourge is more preferred, Than the one which disables humanity. When war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die are a token, Of the rage that must run it's course, Before words of peace are spoken.
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