War, an excuse for murder
Filled with pain and suffering
Consuming millions of lives
Towns set ablaze
Cities ravished by war
Entire countries decimated
Battlefields soaked with blood,
Riddled with bullets and bodies,
Will the bloodshed ever cease?
Is it ever really worth it?
How many lives must be lost?
In the end, does anyone really win?
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