What is this madness that we call war?
Is is the charge of the boar?
The lion's roar?
The sound of exploding C4?
Dead soldiers on the floor?
The sight of blood and gore?
Troops going ashore
for the country they adore?
How can man possibly ignore
this madness that we call war?
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