Our Precious Peace Goal
I can and will be called a heathen
Simply because I don't believe
What they want me to believe in
Certainly no demon
Try
To save your life and give mine
With no moment of time
To waste
This world is
Sometimes a harmful place
Erase
The cancerous souls
The ones who don't hold
Peaceful standards and goals
Live life for their pleasure
Destroy yours even better
Don't let up
Get fed up
Gut up
Nut up
And make their voices shut up
Click and clack of a gun
Bang it ain't fun
I know it can feel weak
Your voice its just one
Together, however
This battle is already done
Fathers and sons
Protects your mothers and precious ones
For what lies in their soul
Is our precious peace goal
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