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Violence
Bumps and Bruises to Death
To the violence in the Middle East,
I pray to God to make peace.
To the violence in the city streets,
I pray to God to make peace.
From bumps and bruises, eventually death. Men and women breathe their last breath.
A cold, tense silence
Among all of the violence.
Only for a moment until the next gun shot. The smoke from the gun, oh so hot,
Smells of a smokey house on a smaller scale. The killer is a prisoner of war, walking to jail.
The ice cold feel of the iron gun,
Fired with a BANG, the damage is done.
The cold, hard ground catches the fall
Of the innocent people who finally hit the wall. The deep red coloring of the blood on the ground, The blood of the human race all around.
To the violence between boy and girl,
I pray to God to make peace.
To the violence all around the world,
I pray to God to make peace.
From bumps and bruises, eventually death.
Men and women breathe their last breath.
Scot Stacho `14
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