Kind hearts know not you say, kind hearts have minds, distant, far away. Innocence comes not with tender blood. Know flesh that tears and infects a kind one best. War brings blood from sweet to bitter, what once innocent, harsh, spoiled; war makes smooth, kind, down trodden. Take metal sturdy, structure; turn to a gun, destruction, fear. Both makes order, keep one captive, but can each deliver from death’s fate.
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