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A lovely flower dowsed upon the lethargic rocks Gruesome idiocy lead to the battlefield of soldiers Cynical viewpoints closed like a lock Peace crushed in between the burdened boulders Fickle truces built upon greed Fighting oneself is our demise It's usually about what you and your family need How sorrow does arise To whom are we really fighting If we are only fighting our own Rage stricken lightening Many go without a home Why begin an age long war it it defeats its purpose Instead of killing each otherwhy not protect instead of being so hopeless.