Bring it all back to the pain.
With the war theres no gain.
For your fights theres no end.
How are you supposed to live with death as your friend?
Why do you do this to us?
Why do you do that to you?
Once my justice gets you theres no more.
Once revenge is taken theres just blood.
I can heard the sound of a boy crying out loud.
I can see your lies just go round and round.
I can hear the sound of a girl crying out loud.
I can tell your a coward from crowd to crowd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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