Clang the death toll still reflect
Roar of weapons still offers anger

Why they’re blood still spill?
Why the greedy still there?

In the name of the past,
should life be useless?

In the name of revenge,
should blood still drops?

This is the land of promise, you said

The land of God

Which God?

Does God allow blood spill?

No more blood

No more tears

No more crying in the deserted alley

no

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