One

One life, one love

One creed, one club

One knife, one blood

One hero, one ego

One destiny, one people

Maybe the circle of life must be a square

with good people dying, and the bad reborn like musical chairs

One pride, one aim

young mercenary, lower your gun aim

too much bloodshed,

boy soldiers kill for government thoroughbreds

Saw a youngster torture a dead dove

with a sick smile, he was loving it

Junior roasted his mongrel puppy on a skewer

then tossed the carcass in the sewers

Dead that thought

but to think that one day, he will father a tot…

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