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Free Will


The ones who try to stop death, always end up dead.

And the the ones who stop bullets from flying,

always take take them in the head.

Peacemakers don't reap in righteousness,

they meet a wretch named reality,

because the people who pray for less funerals,

always become the casualty.

Children would never want to do another harm.

Yet so many of them we still arm.

Give them weapons,  because they'll never ask,

"Why would you pair me with such a horrible task?"

They're not fighting for a political agenda,

they're only taught how to fire a Beretta,

they're never given a history lesson,

they're only taught how to use Smith and Wesson.

Soldiers living in blissful ignorance.

Taken away from their parents.

Blindly firing against the belligerents.

Fully stripped of their innocence.

So they will thrive in their mindlessness.

Humans created created war, and ever since,

all of our solutions have been violence.

Our brains are the most complex things in the universe.

And yet we use them to put others in a hearse.

Evil brought to a race, so beautiful and diverse,

Sometimes I question, if free will was a curse.

 
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