The war is on.
The life is a battlefield.
Wear your weapons on, and your bravery.
Aim, and shoot again, and again.
Kill the fear, the pain, the shame and regrets.
The cowardness, the poverty, the hunger and the aids.
The robbery, the bad government, the bills, and the years.
The nightmares, the rapes, the bullshit and pills.
The fake hopes, the unfair, the loveless and deaths.
Kill whatever has to be killed, clean this world of the remains of me.
You will be the future of my past, and you have the chance to chasing what is right.
Come, and dream with me: let's win this war, whatever the cost, even if the cost is me.
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