The Guns of War

By: Joshua Harrison
Competition Year: 2013
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All things must pass with time
All things must pass with the guns of war
Accidents happen
War is no accident
The feet of solders
The sound of death
The guns of war
Where is the peace
What peace is there left
When will the guns of war
The sound of destruction
The smell of death!
When will it end.
Where is the peace
Among the Guns of War!

All things must pass.
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