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Obsession
Like distant drums in rhythm pound
Endless rows of human kind
Marching soldiers cross the ground
Towards some battle line
Bound to those who went before
Obsessed in savage pride
Forge blindly to the raging war
To slay the other side
Wisdom lost in murdered dreams
Learned naught from battles past
Dead heroes lay in bloody streams
When oh God will be our last?
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