Blood smitten roads take me over,
To a broken world where men love their life.
When bodies of the dead,
Covered in pure white sheet, sprayed with the fragrance of lilies
Go ignored,
All the living souls out of all the given willies
Get cherished with love and care.

Maybe war was made for this,
To make every bit of life one of the sky
Most beautiful, and no time to be sure,
For it's the game of life and blood,
When we love our life even more...
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