Wars Cruelty
Death tole rising; the wars still going,
Beyond the devils frozen reach,
Sitting at home; so warm and soothing,
Tender young ones, can't you see?
The wars out there raging,
The blood of our fathers, sons, and brothers,
All while we sit here aging,
Us; they're sisters, wives, aunts and mothers.
They won't be coming home this time,
This time life's met its end,
The bell is singing its last chime,
And you my dear friend,
Are the one to have caused so much pain,
The devils son, creator of jealousy,
Master and lord of all things selfish and vain,
I bow to you, Your Majesty...
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