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fire falls from the sky Many die Over food, brother fights brother Does not matter they have the same mother Everybody wants a little more Such a boar Hate does rule Fool It is the devil's tool Suspicion of each others actions Mankind breaks into fractions Tribes of but a few Hate anyone new Crossing the lines they drew Countries that used to be Ones not swallowed by the sea No trust Forgotten people turned into dust Closer comes the hour Brought on by the people in power A pool of blood Becomes a flood A loaf of bread, cost a life Amongst the strife Hate Is the fate Drinking water, so hard to find A wound you cannot bind Red tears that you cry Hope you do not die As the fire burns the sky