Wars
I couldn't hear a word of what he's got to say no more
As there was this war coming about in my head
Soldiers against soldiers
Men against men
Tearing each other apart
Eating each other's hearts
I only can define a tiny bit of it
For there was no war in the history
To be defined by the human race,
Humane enough to be borne by people's hearts
And this one was no exception
I might have to admit to the darkness of my soul
The wounds of my own
But wounds are nothing to be created by the wounded
The wounded is just a prey for a predator's words
As I was to him
As I am to anyone
The pitfall which I've been trapped in
Is the story of my life
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