It will find us and bleed us dry
And will welcome us with open arms
Hug us tightly enough to suffocate
There will be no escape
I will be there standing
And you will be there too
Just ignorant as ever
And it won't matter anymore
We will go to war together
And it will not be the same
Before the sun sets, home awaits
The soil will stink. Of love. Of hatred.
When everything is said and done,
The butterflies will still be beautiful
And who ruined it, I shall ask
You did, I did or we did?
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War changes everything but the beauty of nature.