the dancing discouraged his grief as branches under the sky of a fireworks of war
forged by then the caterpillars and the bees
take the nectar sweet flower of the sins they stay at home as the war steadily
creeping bitterness among the clouds they see
The move in the dark grip
the nation of the lost and damned
is fed up with the bulls*#t you force
on us. we will not be hated and lied
to anymore . you have enslaved us
with your lies for the last time , we
will rise up and strike you down .
we are the lost , we are the damned
and we march out of hell by the millions
to start this war . the war will rage
never ending. no one will ever win
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