Reconcile
How I hate laughing at a fallen in blood
Sword in heart
How I hate questioning loud and proud
A hunter in trap
How I hate feeling strong at weakness
Of the one in fear
But there are occasions, times to show
Force, logic, stand up
Even then I do best to come up in halo
A high seek for the low
It is said covered men killed; then fled
What is shown is guesses
You stand with cannon, gun and sword
You're talking eye closed
You went first for looting, robbed; stole
You plowed; killing hopes
Hate grew branches in poison, and result
It what killed; turned ruin
I am not enemy; not teacher, don't train
I'm bridge; begging-quest
They have killed a few and fled
You killed them in many; in thousands
You claimed you were right but were wrong
Once again you claim they're devils, you are right
You were safe in their hands that is why you are alive
You proved your being brutal when they are in your palm.
It is time, time has come, it is time, show kindness; reconcile.
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