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Feb 2014
The smell of death burns the lungs
Of a hundred thousand innocents
Steel on steel, minds on minds
Destiny is out of your hands
And you're the only one standing
A million women are still weeping
Their sons who shall never wake
What is it that you'll still take?

Do you think you are still alive?
Give up all your pathetic chores
Surrender yourself to the sword
Lay your heart down to the God of War

Sticks and stones can **** you now
Even though you escape somehow
Don't tell me it was all mistakes
You bloodied all the pools and lakes
But hey now blame the God of War
I only know what I speak for
Your demons are out in daylight
Your lust for blood you can't deny

And do you think you're still alive?
Come now all of your heartsores
Surrender yourself to the sword
Lay your heart down to the God of War

A war inside your head is on
And you've been barely holding on
Revenge is all that you crave for
Denial is all that you stand for
You took the lives, you stabbed and swiped
And You killed till your heart felt awe
But hew now blame the God of War
I only know what I speak for

I know that you're aren't alive
You've been my minion all this time
You had but been a big wild boar
Your heart has me, the God of War
I wrote this after watching 'The Hurt Locker' again.
I hate the movie. I hate what it says. I don't think that 'War is a Drug'. It is an excuse, it is propaganda.

So I wrote something satirical. I mock that idea of war being a drug by giving an equally ridiculous alternative, a 'God' of war, while trying to give the essentials of every war. ******, killing innocents, destruction and a maniacal devotion and belief. The people are not drugged, they have in them that evil and they wield it. Of course not all do it, but enough do.
Jimmy Solanki
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Jimmy Solanki  Baroda
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