Do you know the war you want to go?
Soldier with the broken soul.
To see the pain that everybody feels
Just learn the number of the kills.
Stop writing names under the line «still alive»
This world will not give you a choice,
It does not matter how looks the knife,
That brings to the world your loud voice.
And never ask me to forgive
This mad blood my body leave.
All crazy things we realise,
Where were hearts, we made incise.
War
© Copyright: Манеев Ал, 2005
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