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In the streets,

I scream,

Running in this wolrd of pain,

As the gun is raised,

Another shot was sent,

Many buildings shattered,

Many bodies breaking apart,

Blood runs like water,

Seeing it makes you feel like death is tapping on your shoulder,

More fire, so more the blood,

clapping my hands to my ears,

shutting out the falling of buildings and people,

is there no end?

No end to man's thrist for war?

Another blast was heard,

The blow was strong,

My body falling from a short flight,

Its soaked with the water of confusion,

Moving by the waves of anger,

Dritfting by the wind of end,

Eyes are closing,

Body feeling light as if my burden has finally seperated,

Is there no end.......no end to man's thirst for war?