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Click hereNow it's starting
Starting all over again
All the hate, pain, fear
And emptiness
The wars
Are starting again
Now all that you see
Are guns and knives
And all that you hear
Are the sounds of bombs
Taking away innocent lives
But all that they can hear
And all that they can see
Are the sights and sounds
Of that bittersweet victory
When is this hell
Going to end
Can't they see
How pointless this is
Ever since the wars began
Peace
Has lost all meaning
But all that they can hear
And all that they can see
Are the sights and sounds
Of that bittersweet victory
And when it's all over
Will there be one
Who will claim
The final victory
Or will there only be
The faded thoughts
And distant dreams
Of that bittersweet victory
But all that they could hear
And all that they could see
Were the sights and sounds
Of that bittersweet victory
i was told recently
amid tales of tears and waste
of all things to consider
that bittersweet is an adult taste
how ironic is it then
if we think through it
that so often it is childishness
what leads us to it
Whatever the war,
between couples that fight
or nations armed to the teeth,
victory can indeed be bittersweet.
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