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| Peace Bombs shatter the night While blood seeps into the clean snow. All purity is destroyed, While darkness thrives. The angelic dove lies dead of a bullet While humanity holds the gun. The leader speaks, A speech of redemption, While millions are slaughtered in his wake. Are we now to believe these are times of peace? Are we to believe all this bloodshed is worthless? Are we to believe that faith is gone? Are we to believe that we are not already dead? |
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