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Supposedly peace is the ultimate goal
Inside me it makes itself known
But Peace, even in your utmost splendor
You can't compare to War and Pain

While you're basking in the sun
War is moving, taking and breaking souls
While you're skipping and singing
Pain is driving nails into the depths of us

Peace, you are morbidly infatuated
With Love, Laziness, and Boredom
Bringing all who will listen
Into your dazed drunkenness

While War shouts from the mountains:
"Who will go with me and fight for glory?"
And Pain shouts from the hills:
"Who will go with me and suffer for wisdom?"

Peace, you teach nothing of heartaches
You teach nothing of drawing a sword
Certainly nothing you teach lingers
Like the blood of one's own spilled on the floor

So I beg you to conceal yourself from me
Do not invite me into your lowly stupor
Fulfill your purpose as War and Pain do
And do not hope for more

 
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