WAR... By, Kiggle-snips... the eerie cries of the ones I trust come to them i must but if I move I know I'll die soon the bright red smoke as thick as a cloak I wish I didn't pick up that gun if I didn't this would all be done I wish to go home but my memories are blown war is not a game or a gain for fame war is what keeps us sain until we see the bitter rains for now, we see the bitter sorrows but this will all be gone tomorrow