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Standing here, I realize you are

Just like me trying to make history.

But who's to judge the right from wrong.

When our guard is down I think we'll both agree.

That violence breeds violence.

But in the end it has to be this way.

I've curved my own path, you've followed your wrath;

But maybe we're both the same.

The world has turned, and so many have burned.

But nobody is to blame.

It's tearing across this barren wasted land.

I feel new life could be born beneath

The blood stained sand.

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