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War

Member since 2002 · Posted 16 Sep 2002 · 0 comments

There is a war that's waged within The one we never see The one that causes joy and pain The one in you and me. This caustic fear, it shakes our soul This bloody, rabid hound Its only purpose? Maim, destroy No prisoners, no life found. This gnarled root springs forth a bud A smile with a kiss The arsenal of war is love Triumph, victory - it will depend on this.

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