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SONGS OF WAR

What pleasure does it hold? Lyrics of a fallen brother Who believed he was bold Only to offer his life to slaughter. It's just a weary, endless song Voiced by a spiteful tongue With a weak, senseless chorus— A disjointed bridge, lost and unfocused. Like stability in democracy Songs of war are but blah blah blah A long, grim book of horror Preaching cruelty veiled as valor.

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