We are unique, and pay with blood,
Its worth much more than natures mud,
Where earth gave birth,
Its marred and scarred,
As man stepped forth from ancient flood.
He built a house, he worked a field,
Soon he'd found a gun to wield,
Cocked and loaded,
Heads grew bloated,
To the biggest gun all humans yield.
His bullets grew big, went far and wide,
So he could protect himself? Or pride?
"So I am this!"
"And you are not!"
Is reason enough for them to all be shot?
Words and peace went by with seasons,
Men had charged themselves with treasons,
A light, warm snow,
Toxic winds blow..
From the winter cuased by mans great reasons.
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If we kill each other over peace,
no matter who wins,
who'll be left alive to enjoy it?
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