It's been years past, lives lost.

But come on back to...death.

The Oil Wars, the bleeding screams.

The souls wondering (aimlessly) over hot sand.

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We don't (want to) know the morbid details,

We don't see charcoaled humans.

We don't know what's really going on.

We don't see the men crying. ( Pain. )

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( But. They. Do.)

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Excuse me little boy,

How old are you?

You're a young ( 13 ).

What such a pretty riffle you have.

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Are we going to shoot him?

Of course we are!

We're under orders!

And he could be a threat!

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( Even when our hearts we say..it's wrong. )

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We're doing the right thing,

We can save a nation!

Even if we lose our soul.

We can save a nation!

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"It's going to be okay."

Lies of the most vicious kind.

Take a flight and look yourself.

Brains on the street. ARE. NOT. OKAY.

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(......or is it?)

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