Turn a perfect peace
Into a bloody war
Other men who had
That state of mind
Have you witnessed
What happened to them
When you go on the warpath
Don't think that you will find
Very many friends
Seeing the death and destruction
That you have caused
You go to bed
And attempt to sleep
But the nightmares they come
And you become
Burdened down with
Guilt and shame
When you decide to hang yourself
You become a victim
Of your crime
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