I'm guessing that some things never change. Sore
losers when they've lost the game. Trying to win
the battle lost. Some just can't accept it some
just want to reject it. Their hearts have been
consumed by hate. It takes me back to the kid who
had someone fighting for him. Brings me back to a
game we played when we were kids. I never played.
My mom can beat up your mom, my dad can beat up
your dad, my god can beat up your god too. All of
the treaties are the same. Were millions of lives
worth the gain, the governments using them for.
They had children fighting for them. The post-war
won't support them. Sugar-coated poison called
crusades. It takes me back to the kid who had
someone fighting for him. Brings me back to a
game we played when we were kids. I never played.
My mom can beat up your mom, my dad can beat up
your dad, my god can beat up your god too.