I cry in fear,
I scream with hate.
What gave us all
This ugly fate?
To meet upon
The battle field,
Where all must fight,
And none can yield.
I do not want
To do whats right.
I want to kill.
I want to fight.
My brother died.
I loved him dear.
You took from me
Those who were near.
I cannot end
Or stop this war.
I need to fight;
Settle the score.
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