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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