Fight and fight till we die, when neither u nor me is left to cry. Then u win the war for territory
Fight with guns , fight with knives, fight with awesome dynamites. fight with the dad , fight with the son, but fight with who left are none. who will chase and who will run, who will die ,who will procure fun. who will fall on knees mercifully, when none is left to claim for the ugly.
Charge the gun and raise the pipe, have to finish with 'em all, so strike with might. fasten the belt and take the height, set radar for enemy sights. killed is the man in the invincible machine, you are all set , all set to reign. break the codes to win the fight, but what to break when none left to write. you fight against relegion, for a relegion to save, but how to distinguish we are all in grave. what america , what afganistan, what india what pakistan.
It would take years for adam and eve, but gone are the apples what to eat. how will the mankind breathe again, how will they fight to reach the end. fight and fight till we die, when neither we nor u ,left to cry. then u win the WAR FOR TERRITORY.
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