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Beginning of war where people are dying

Blood spilled on everywhere

And all the beauties we have become ashes,

And nothing is done to stop this big bullshit

And it makes us hate

But for them is just another time for fun

A kind of a mad one

A mad thing that can make one by one

See everything disappear

And what must be done?

To run, to fight, maybe not

Maybe there's no choice, no hope

Because increasingly we are

The next victim

Some soldiers kill with no mercy

Kill for victory to their country that wishes to invade lands

Just for some more cents in their fucking pockets

Without we realize about it

The countdown to the world starts