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  War  
  The war is over  
  They say we won  
       
The birds of war  
No longer clouds the sky  
Their destructive load
Have already scorched the earth
 
Brave soldier’s ashes
Covers the ground
And cold winds blows
Through ruined land
 
The sky is filled
With radioactive dust
Coloring gray
  The once blue sky
   
  We scurry like rats
  Through the garbage heap of man
  Hiding under ground
  From the Acid Rain
   
  We spend our time
Mourning civilization Lost
Trying to keep our dignity
In this living hell
 
Trying to find motivation
To take another breath
Trying to find inspiration
For some kind of happiness
 
The war is over
They say we won
 
But I sometimes wonder
If the victors weren’t
The ones who’s dead    
     
 
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