Civil War
The bullet flies,if it hits me I will die!
Misery all around me,Hell on earth this must be!
Brother killing Bother I do not know why,I bow my head and start too cry!
I am shakey and bloody as I run though the feild,it seems my fate is sealed!
That is when I shot the man before I knew it was my best friend!
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