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Cries Of War by David Loza
Today is the day
that you will run
or you will pay
by dying son
with all that war
with all that hate
nothing will ever be the same
Can't you see the ground all wet
full of blood and full of death
oh, please hide my only child
please don't let them get to you
if you can't fight this bloody war
then I pray you run some more
try to find a quiet place
so you can pray.
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