The War of Ideas
There's a breath we call our last one
As death takes another stab at me
how bout life does it not fight back
I will not accept defeat the devil brings steel bars, coffins for a blessed heart
better take caution as i take that last breath we call deaths march
When ancient wisdom died where did the power pass on in death throes
where old things are left and thrown away we call it the graveyard blessed souls are calling out
winning the race made me a marked man
but at that time society thought survival was a lost art
And we could'nt prepare ourselves for death that comes from disasters or accidents
If you want a war of ideas you better have some type of skills bring your battleships
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