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A poem I made about the endless wars around. |
| Oh oh oh Let if flow, Eager to go but I'll just say no. Not to lie, Not to spy, Not everything goes by the murderous sky. Vini, vidi, vici their fingers so itchy of war and power coming from that tower. No to war, No to pain, Keep those thoughts far as there is no gain. Will it end tomorrow or will it end today my heart is full of sorrow and my voice is kept at bay. The breezes of the east are coming around to feast on our wicked machine that produces every single sin. Vicious circles arrive in a sea of pain to dive. People will never behave and there will be no one left to save. Oh oh oh Dont let it flow Please, keep it low but they'll just say: Go! Flávio Murilhas |