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Bloodshed

Bloodshed

The art of war
scorn worn sound the horns
ravage and pillage burn down the village
Bloody and muddy murder with buddies
for the peace for the King for God and his means
turmoil for your oil the spoils of war boilsΒ 
Just doing my job got to feed my family protect the nation
society forms the congregationΒ 

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Richard Waters

" BLOODY VIOLENCE, CREATES AN AWFUL MESS, " you know. AND, I hate cleaning. Don't you ? :) :)
Every one to their own, I suppose. If, you have a mind to do, it, through personal necessity.....you, must prepare for consequences. :) :)
Have you got the right " products ", to do an effective job ? !!! :) " TRUE ROMANCE ", does not really cover, it !!
TAKE CARE, " friend " !!! :)

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