Аbsorbing hole
And we are loosing our fight.
When saint man is telling lies,
No one who cares can't be alright.
I see your smile on empty face,
You're fell apart, but you don't mind.
What for begin a useless race
If what you've lost you'd never find?
What is this battle under sun,
Where peaceful people only bleed?
Why have you pulled out loaded gun?
Another death is what you need?
Enough of stupid dreadful wars,
When blood is flowing down the hand!
It's time to stop this endless curse,
It's time to save our native land!
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