Death's breath on the back of our neck
The bitter taste of blood, flowing in floods
Consuming all the rations, neglect is a crime of passion
I don't believe we've earned our keep or deserve this peace, self centered catastrophes
Armies of fools will fall.
Nights of no end
Writing on the wall
War...
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