War is a demon, with blood dripping fangs,
Who cause the death from the shot of a gun to the old man hangs,
Do you hear the demon laugh, a sound of gunfire and screams,
If you survive this demon, you balance on sanity's thin beams,
For when demon War holds you, you are his, a faceless solider,
Though the question is, War or Death, who's hand is colder?
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War and death are the two sides of the same coin.