In this world Peace was unknown.
Peace, something we all craved for.
Something we would die for.
It was about time Peace was finally made known.
That day I craved Peace more than anything.
The day I regretted my choices.
The day Satan's calls ring.
The desperate voices suppressed by the loud noises.
I salute those who willingly jump into the fire.
I salute those grieving the loss of their loved ones.
For I know as my comrades fell into deep sleep in their pyre.
I then realized the best lullaby would be by these guns.
While walking on this brutal path of life,
I realized something's were better left off a mystery.
For I do not know if Peace was finally made known.
As it would soon be bedtime for me too.
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