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The Return of War

The war had started
The soldiers had been carted
There was a sudden silence
As a shadow of death arrived
Everyone wished that there
Partner would stay alive

From dusk till dawn
People did mourn
About his or her partners death
At the battlefields there was the last breath.

Wishing bombs dropped from the sky
Clouds of dust rise up high
Innocent people run for cover
The fear of death makes them shudder

The endless rattle of bullets at night
While the living pray to see daylight
The swords are as sharp as an icy gust
They will cut you in half if they must.

No doubt they will soon get well
But those soldiers that survive
Will be servile scared
For what they have done
Would surly end them soon
If not now then in the new moon

People try to stay alive
But most of them might die
Some of them will cry because of loss
Most of them will give up and loose hope in life

If you have to go back in time
You will here a lot
Of screaming and soughing
Crying and wining because of
Pain, loss, anger and sadness
Most of them died because of war
And some of them died because of
The outcome of the mind confusion
Beating on them day by day.

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