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How much more men Have to give their lives So we could finally understand That we should not fight? Stop killing each other. Enough of mothers' tears A child, having not known a father Will keep a rage for years. He'll grow up and raise Eyes, not childish, but evil His parent's graves He will not forgive them. He'll go with a sword and fire On that one Whose son Will take revenge for his father So let the circle spin ****** is not the way out of it. Thousands of men died to win. Is that what we really wanted? Did we want to grow older To become a dead body, Be buried in graves With no names? Isn't there enough space? Don't we have enough place? So, no matter what it will take us To wage wars with our neighbors? What's wrong with you, people? Madmen in disguise. Is it really so little Dirt in this world of lies? You raised up a white dove. Waited for it to become strong. Then killed it, killed love. Instead of prayer sounds the war song. Oh, how I dream of a place Where peace is. Unfortunately, human race Casts doubt on heaven's existence.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
War is not the answer
How much more men Have to give their lives So we could finally understand That we should not fight? Stop killing each other. Enough of mothers' tears A child, having not known a father Will keep a rage for years. He'll grow up and raise Eyes, not childish, but evil His parent's graves He will not forgive them. He'll go with a sword and fire On that one Whose son Will take revenge for his father So let the circle spin ****** is not the way out of it. Thousands of men died to win. Is that what we really wanted? Did we want to grow older To become a dead body, Be buried in graves With no names? Isn't there enough space? Don't we have enough place? So, no matter what it will take us To wage wars with our neighbors? What's wrong with you, people? Madmen in disguise. Is it really so little Dirt in this world of lies? You raised up a white dove. Waited for it to become strong. Then killed it, killed love. Instead of prayer sounds the war song. Oh, how I dream of a place Where peace is. Unfortunately, human race Casts doubt on heaven's existence.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
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