Ammentofundrstndng
"Traveling to cities door to door,
red mud huts with dirt floors,
trying to give but they don't want anymore;
not if it involves war.
What is it then, which I am fighting for?
Drawing first blood for a cause misunderstood
is no good,
on the whole;
you can't defeat those fighting for their soul."
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