War Monger


When the "powers" of the East and West meet
All you see are people crying in the streets
Never knowing about the mother sitting all alone
Praying for a son who's never coming home

You send out boys to become men
Paying no heed to that seed of greed that dwells deep within

Like a phoenix from its ashes we must arise
Take back what it is we once knew to be true

We are all one in the same
Fighting these wars all in vain

All religions hold one key note that rings true
Love is the only way for peace to bloom

No more sheep led to the slaughter
By wolves dressed the same
Leading the pack to certain demise
Strip them of there disguise

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