American War
America, the state of freedom, peace, and money
But now, war has taken all life and even death
God cannot help us now
You do not know the grusome process that men take to win
Because I remember everthing
The pain, the heart, and the soul
And if you are even one second off, you killed thousands of men
Because there is no luck in this world, only skill
And it all started because of blood thirsty men, willing to kill anyone in their way
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