To live it is a high,
The exper'ence of things you shouldn't see,
Lose it, you want to die,
By engaging in some self-destruction,
Subconsciously or not,
Or your body simply decides it's done,
The war doesn't stop when you leave the front.
So it's die in a war among comrades,
Or alone with your thoughts,
Haunted by images only war lends,
Which you'd never have sought,
Fact, war's purpose,
We think is to end war,
But if people get addicted to it,
Makes you wonder what it's actually for.
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