This place is struck with war,
the barrel is too small for the amount of sadness to pour.
Fratricide, suicide, matricide, mass genocide,
this we cannot hide.
War ruined this place,
no more pretty is it's face.
It's an internal war were all fighting,
we knew the enemy was biting,
We need peace,
we need peace please!
We should be done with fighting with ourselves,
it's each other we need to help.
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