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Jan 2016
Guns or knives; barrel or edge,
Choose which way to end
In times of war where conflict stands
The tongue is the hammer to–
Feelings, propellant to bullet words
The eyes are hands that throw–
Tears, daggers to the heart that's stone
As the cloud of smoke fades with the wind
And crimson river streets are all but dried and stains
Remember destruction is brought upon
By thine own hands
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Brixter Artan Quiel Oliveros
Written by
Brixter Artan Quiel Oliveros  Pasig City
(Pasig City)   
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   Samuel Hesed
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