It's like being in a shooting gallery
Or would you rather have a real war
Like the sandy trenches of Samothrace
With spears flying or when
The arrow was invented
At the same moment all over the earth
Born to be a bullet in the head
Ultimately I take a positive view
Of the end why
Would you chose not to love
Deny
What's obviously right there
Not say a prayer
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