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Wartime has ended in blight, both sides deprived of their right to peaceful life

Aftermath of bloodbath is famine and ruin

Children, they starve to the bone, breadlines with nothing at home

Displaced, whole villages razed, refugees far from where they were raised

Pull the trigger that kills, it’ll be worth it, the suffering it yields

Save the world from ourselves, kill us all then at long last we’ll be one

Wartime has ended their sight, both eyes destroyed in their fight to see this life

Aftermath of bloodbath is trauma and disfigurement

Driven by PTSD, take aim, end the suffering

Widows, they all dress in black, grieving with no turning back

Pull the trigger that kills, it’ll be worth it, the suffering it yields

Save the world from ourselves, kill us all then at long last we’ll be one

We suffer under peace

And so we wait for another war