• War
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    As the bullets riddled by one by one
    All you could hear was the shot of a gun
    Everyone's faces looked the same
    you could definatly tell, this was not a game
    People would fall to your left and to your right
    You could already tell they were out of the fight
    As their friends were lost and they bowed their head
    No one was glad for the extra bed
    So they'd lower the flag and give salute
    All for the ones lost from the troop
    And as each one faced their own dread
    Still mourning for the dead
    And still each one would go out each night
    To prepare once again for the fight
    Everyone's faces looked the same
    you could definatly tell, this was not a game
    As the bullets riddled by one by one
    All you could hear was the shot of a gun