Posted by Aragorn on Friday May 12, @01:02PM
Sorry if i sound a bit pessimistic, I wrote it when i was in the dumps The tears come, the mother cries she can see her son is gonna die, they say don’t worry, he’s gonna be alright but she just knows ,he can’t survive.
A bullet in his head, a bullet in his mind but what for , what’s his crime, they call it war, they call it fate, but i don’t know, where they get this hate so just why can’t we “fight” in peace, i know it sounds cliched, but that’s how i feel.
We’ll fight for our honor, we’ll fight for our face, we don’t care if it wipes out the entire human race. now i feel we are too deep in it, its always tougher to get out than it is to get in.
We built a pit, we lit a fire, now we are in the pit ,& we are the fuel to the fire. Alas ! someday this fire is gonna get us all, i am sure it is laughing at the irony of this great fall....
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