Willing To Die
These people I save
Day and day
They need my aid
They never keep the peace
War, famine and struggle
The only three things they know
Using greed and power
to ramble through life
Shrouding themselves
in false security
and meaningless lies
Denying even to themselves
That they are the reason for things
The reason they whimper and cry
Self genocide
Willing to die
Martyrs for nothing
People always fight
Believing war is right
Indomitable nations
Battle against one another
Waging campaigns of death
to destroy their own people
Race is nothing
When all is the same
Centiant force
Concious spirit
Waits beneath your mind
Power of unbelievable kind
Once you free yourself
War is not the answer
You see your reason for living
You see what it means to be fre
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