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 Our Children, be there hope

Some will survive

Mothers and Fathers weep

In prayer

Still, their Children slip away

Into the night

Nights turning into days

The vicious induct them

Leaving only one way out

Death

Choices become tattoos'

Markings of the Beast

The path they have chosen

The bandana's marking representation

The war of the world

Dance in the streets where once friends

Now thy own enemies

Fight for recognition

A new killing field

Killing to set an example

A city divided

Where Lords protect their own

Feeding drugs to Children

Showing them the way

Each becoming a Brother or Sister

Under protection

Becoming

Thieves, pimps, prostitutes, drug dealers, and gun runners

The new Lords of the world

Powerful only till time run out

Another stepping into their shoes

I say a war far away be nothing

Compared to the war here in America

The Land of the Free

The Home of the Brave

Now the killing fields

Weep Mothers and Fathers

You have not failed

Society has broken down

Surrendering our Children

Feeding Lords under the protection

of

A Higher-up

Someone, you would least suspect

Being the Devil himself

Will this great war ever end?

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