Violence
Fighting is an option
Not a way of life
It can hurt like the point of a knife
Violence won't be your housewife
She will hurt you
Cut you up
Wait for her to blowup
She'll have you calling for backup
Violence and fighting will end nothing
Just start a new mess
Leave you wearing blood as a dress
But you're still saying yes
Too many kids die
Fighting like dogs
Buying scars out of catalogs
Splitting others open like logs
There isn't a safe place on earth
Buried six feet deep
Laying there just to weep
Maybe faith isn't such a leap
Faith in humanity
In it failing
Listen to the people wailing
See how they are flailing
All because people are horrid
They fight
Thinking it's a right
Suddenly death has lost its bite
I have given up
I know the world has lied
Even though many tried
The world has died
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