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Mar 2015
war
Ten thousand will die tonight
As they argue who is right
Endlessly, they **** and fight
Losing touch, and losing sight

"Farewell, my friend" I must say
As another loved one ships away
To fight a fight that has no sway
A pointless battle of sick decay

Two dead soldiers drop in dirt
Bullet holes all through their shirts
All are fighting, most are hurt
Nothing helps this, nothing works
Arlo Disarray
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Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
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