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The End of Man


We have seen the loss,

of countless lives.

 

The world hasn’t seen peace,

Since man first breathed.

 

Peace? What does it mean?

 

We all say the word,

saying it’s what we need.

 

The way we get peace

Is not what it means.

 

Through religion

or through politics it's not what we do.

Man won’t ever change, it's something we don't do.

We will not survive, it’s only a matter of time.

Till the end of man that roam these lands.

 
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