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Jan 16
I want to drop my pen,  pick up a gun
Don't care about your peace, I want war
I want death of millions, I want end of the world
In my war,my violence, my words would offend none

In the war , I would spill blood of every kids
I wouldn't let them burn in the hell we have build
I would burn or drown every society,city, nation I see
No one would have the  reason to fight to become free

The war would build fighters, millions knight ,
In the end of the dark tunnel, there would be light
I,you,we would suffer,die and  our mothers will mourn
My war will bring peace , my dream is to  see earth reborn.
Raven
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Raven  26/M
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