A poem about how the only peace we’ll ever have is when we’re gone.
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Let’s end it all
Destroy the remains
Right or wrong
Cruel and inhumane
Masses of endless, daily slaughter
But sleep with the angels
Loading your own gun
Pulling another’s trigger
Atmosphere of madness
Feed on your dysentery
Grab the bayonet
Pierce until the brutal end
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