Bullets fly
Men die
Women cry
And the children hope
Hope one day they can cope
Cope with a world filled with death
So much death its steals our breath
Some gasp and ask why
Why must we kill?
What feeling do we fill?
Is it greed, gluttony or lust?
That makes killing a must…
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