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~ Ci Vogliono Solo Due~
Two shots of hate fired off from a mouth, it's reverb as loud as a gun.
Not for love or money, that's not why they kill, this genocide's not for fun.
Two deafening blows in a religious war, another jihad has begun.
An eye for an eye, a soul for a soul and one man's son for another's son.
Young lives end before they begin, in an age old war that will never be done.
Two white roses placed atop a coffin, a strong wind blows, it leaves only one.
Ashes to ashes & dust to dust we pray, under the setting of a bloody sun.
Two thousand children are trained to fight, while their leaders are on the run.
As a new day dawns, a never-ending battle rages on, in a war that can not be won.
Not for love or money, that's not why they kill, this genocide's not for fun.
Two deafening blows in a religious war, another jihad has begun.
An eye for an eye, a soul for a soul and one man's son for another's son.
Young lives end before they begin, in an age old war that will never be done.
Two white roses placed atop a coffin, a strong wind blows, it leaves only one.
Ashes to ashes & dust to dust we pray, under the setting of a bloody sun.
Two thousand children are trained to fight, while their leaders are on the run.
As a new day dawns, a never-ending battle rages on, in a war that can not be won.
Published 10th Apr 2011
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11th Apr 2011 2:39pm
12th Apr 2011 2:25pm
Un ejército es una obra maestra extraño compuesto, que se traduce la fuerza de una suma enorme de debilidades total. Así, sólo se puede explicar una guerra librada por la humanidad contra la humanidad, a pesar de la humanidad.
