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It’s off to war again, my friend

And conflict rises, never to end

And sin, and again, I will fight to the death

Off to fight, and pass the test.



But this time the war won’t be fought

On some battlefield, in a foreign spot

The war will rage across the plane

Of my heart, I can feel the pain.



The soldiers of this war will be,

None other than thoughts, that come from me

And the tanks and planes which lead the fight

Are the will, and power of my spite.

The bombs which fall across the land

Only come from my own hand

The wrath of all the warring clans

Is nothing but what my body commands.



I’m off to war, with myself

To fight off greed and lust,

I’m off to war, as I implore

I’ll fight ‘till hate, turns to dust.



The weapons used by the men,

Are only fractions of my own sin

And every single casualty

Is only another dead part of me.

The bullets that fly across the field

From shells of sorrow, there is no shield

And all of the hate and evil they wield

All of their strength to kill is revealed.





I’m off to war, with myself

To fight off greed and lust,

I’m off to war, as I implore

I’ll fight ‘till hate, turns to dust.



Another shell shocked soldier, comes to see his fate

Nothing the doctors can do for him, he was hit by a bullet of hate.



The war drags on and battles won

Turn the tide, they coincide

With all the times we’ve lost are found

I’ll tell my boys to hold their ground

To fight with every ounce of strength

To take up love in the greatest length

I’ll fight with myself, ‘till the war is won

And all my lust and greed is done.





I’m off to war, with myself

To fight off greed and lust,

I’m off to war, as I implore

I’ll fight ‘till hate, turns to dust.