If you live by the gun,
You will die by the gun!
So, watch your steps and, let the world be free from war.
Mine, nine, sine, cine, dine, fine, wine, brine, shrine, whine, tine, pine!
With the labours of men and women all over the world;
And like she who had borne seven in the land of your muse.
Born, borne!
Boot, foot, root, shoot, hoot, moot, loot, toot, coot;
And like a desolate wilderness.
Rest, restaurant!
But, watch your steps and let the world be free from war;
For, the very inventions in our hands are killing us all.
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