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Victory is at Hand

Victory is at hand, we’ve made a glorious stand.
We’ve killed all those that betrayed us.
With their lives, those stalwart fools, they have had to pay us.
We relish the blood, their faces in the mud, what now can they say us.

I kill you or you kill me, that’s the way it is you see.
No room for quiet conversation, only weapons to persuade me.
I have no concious, no regrets, no guilt that follows me.
You killed my brother, then another, your death, it sets me free.

So now I go home to a place I’ve known but it is all in ruin.
Nothing is the same, all’s destroyed, it is surely your doing.
Why couldn’t we have talked man to man as human beings?
Not follow the path of murder, what is it that we’re seeing?

Don’t talk to me of history of ten thousand years.
Of who came first, was the first and deserved what was here.
All I know is death surrounds me, truly confounds me
Each day with its pain brings yet another flood of tears.

So my people have won this round, we’ve killed all those we seek.
My biggest fear, in another year, your breathren will not retreat.
We’ll face another battle, an endless war between us.
We cut each other’s throats, will that truly redeem us?

I kill you and you kill me, who wins in the end.
Neither of us can justify what we do, our lives that we defend.
When will we put our weapons down, and look around
Let the tears come down, put our hands out and say, “friend.”

Sounds like a dream to me, hasn’t happened since mankind
Graced this earth, evolved at first, then murder did he find.
Let’s raise our guns, kill all our sons, blot out the memory
Of life on earth, for what it’s worth is pain and misery.

Will this solve the endless battle that has no end it seems?
Will this somehow stop the killing of every human dream?
As they say, those that may, who’s job it is to selling.
Just stay tuned, the news at noon, it is truly compelling.

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