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Outcome of War

Look at the hands of the boy
He held's a gun not a toy 
Look where he played
Full of bullets and granades
Tell whats his games 
Find a victim and then aim
Look what he just did
Pulled the trigger and killed a kid
Some stood up and stared 
Like none ever cared
Its normal they say
In this cruel war today

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