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suffering on every turn of coin |
[Introduction]
The western sky is turning red Cold the reflection of this field The day grew darker than night By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile And when the fields were seemed clear The sight verged by their fatal destination Soul's hypocrisy standing with a prized possession And a new banner was hosted over that nation……. “This war will never end” The icy silence after that heavy storm last night Under a ceiling where two egos were bright And need of love and trust was forelained, seemed right; These walls are customary to this regular harsh So was decided by her to settle at another marsh She set out early in the morning Lost in those empty rainy streets, when he was slumbering All that was left and a letter by her Uttering her emotions and disgust with a final word “This war will never end” Fatal fascination for this seedy town Walking the messy streets their ‘heads’ are down And heart show no blink as response of life Their feast is on a gun or knife Turning to Brutus for some glittering drops Serpent smiles on being born in such folks Sleep on floor and die to reach a bed But turned too stone: couldn’t fly to easy their head In the last of days they realized “This war will never end” With those weary weeping eyes Now they regret for selling their heart to guillotines Prayed at the temple that was Mammon’s Wished the drums should never cease Gained the whole world for the loss of their soul Now wishes for this war to role Or they would’ve won this war we’re fighting But would they tolerate this innocent peace? Will this war ever ends…………? |
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