The nation of blood and war,
Forever bound by gates of hell.
Where violence rules and peace is poor,
And agony's toll they know too well.
The land is scarred by battle cries,
And hearts are numb from endless fights.
Their tears serve as unspoken lullabies,
For the broken dreams they hold tight.
Their history is stained with crimson red,
As blood spills recklessly and free.
And though they long for peace instead,
War is all they ever see.
Oh, how they suffer in this endless plight,
Their souls yearning for a brighter light.
May they find hope amidst the fight,
And one day, be freed from eternal night.
May peace spread its wings and take flight,
And love conquer all their might.
May their scars turn into beauty bright,
A symbol of rebirth from the night.
May their swords lay down and rust,
And the gates of hell turn into dust.
May forgiveness and mercy be a must,
And their nation no longer forever thrust.
May the future generations heal,
And never have to feel the war's ordeal.
May their hearts and minds forever seal,
A pact of peace and love, so real.
The nation of blood and war,
Can still find hope beyond the scar.
May they break the chains and power far,
And let peace reign under every star.
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