Everyday in the war.
Everyday people are fighting.
Everyday people are hiding.
Everyday people are mad.
Everyday people are sad.
This is how people feel in the war.
People even get shot in there own bloody bar.
I don’t get why people do this.
Every one should be happy and hug or kiss.
But war is every time and everywhere.
Were ever you go hate is here and there.
None of these hating killers will go to heaven.
But they will all meet nasty meany Bevin.
I hope this shit ends soon.
Then you will see my big smile until the moon.
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| Auteur: silentnoa¿ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 maart 2004 | ||
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