When the white hurts the eyes
The face covers a spy
Now the hate can emerge
Just let the blood surge.
Your faith I will purge
This hate not in spite
Too many wars to fight
No clear wrong or right
No end in sight
Nothing left but white
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| -WHITE- When the white hurts the eyes The face covers a spy Now the hate can emerge Just let the blood surge. Your faith I will purge This hate not in spite Too many wars to fight No clear wrong or right No end in sight Nothing left but white |
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| NOTE: this poem is about how people fight for stupid reasons and then they end up destroying everything they had in the beginning, good or bad. | ||||||||||
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