Make it Write Soul of War by Matthew Romero, 16 I weep for joy that I have no reason to weep Cries of despair are not mine to scream tonight, In the mass graves of the mine-infested land, an intruder lies, A look of suprise forever melted into a crushed skull That is not mine to recognize I am not a man whose welcoming party has been shattered to pieces By a final gathering, The cycle never ends... For us fanatics of peace... Who send our souls to fight wars

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