Five years and four thousand -- and for what purpose?
Whatever, the leader says it was worth it -- and that victory will be ours...
"Little man, I'm telling you
you'd better figure it out pretty soon
why they bleed you."
"Hail Mary, full of hate,
your sons are soldiers and heads of state,
they hide behind armor and steel plate,
cursed is the fruit of your womb..."
"And the question keeps pounding in my brain:
How much longer must we wait
while others decide our fate?"
"And the answer is always the same:
Peace now -- or pieces later!
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