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War
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Old Poetry (Pre-2002) War
Are you happy with the life that your living
Always taking and never giving
Show me all you got
One bullet, One rifle, One shot
Thats your job
To take the enemy down
Why worry thats not you found dead lying on the ground
This is a battle
A fight to the death
Do you ever wounder what he is thinking
Just before he takes his last breath
Is it his family he feels so much for inside
He never got to tell his family goodbye
Before he died
You never felt sorry for those you killed
Well at least your role with the goverment is fulfilled
