It's the abyss of all wars,
the beginning of all chores.
The cause of screams and cries,
the cause of people that died.
Even if it doesn't kill us all
It does break us down
You see the abolishment of
what you used to call home.
You see families torn apart,
and hearts broken to two.
The war of all wars
is not during the fight.
The aftermath of it all,
is the destruction at its height.

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