Fighting war with weapons is like copulation for virginity.
Peace for all and please do your bit to stop the spiral of hatred.
Love to you all
The Spiral Once the circuit is closed it is a never-ending story one of hate and violence an eye for an eye and more darkened vision Who cast the first stone threw the first bomb wielded the sword where when and how and for what reason does not matter to me As loops of vicious power circle in a fight of oppression and the going stays rough in retribution the system breeds more of the same Suicide squads yield no answer for your revolution nor mine when the blame game is on and liberation is merely an empty idol Bombing sovereign countries is only an answer for globalised greed a sign of malice insecurity and rationalised evil covering the roots Terrorists have no legitimate place on the streets of London an explosive device and a bomb on a belt does not enchant the victims Whole nations razed to the ground in ever changing coalitions to secure pipe dreams and pipelines impress suffering and the Goddess of money It does not suffice to point fingers at whose alleged allegiance started the madness and what oils the shrapnel and hunger of justice in vain It matters what you and I do what the clowns in power who represent us conclude in name of us minions who are mere pawns in circular fashion The best way to achieve peace is not to fabricate another attack on humanity but he or she who holds back severs the spiral of hatred
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