The face of war is my face.
The face of war is your face.
What color
Is the face
Of war?
Brown, black, white--
Your face and my face.
Death is the broom
I take in my hands
To sweep the world
Clean.
I sweep and I sweep
Then mop and I mop.
I dip my broom in blood,
My mop in blood--
And blame you for this,
Because you are there,
Enemy.
It's hard to blame me,
Because I am here
So I kill you.
And you kill me.
My name,
Like your name,
Is war.
The face of war is your face.
What color
Is the face
Of war?
Brown, black, white--
Your face and my face.
Death is the broom
I take in my hands
To sweep the world
Clean.
I sweep and I sweep
Then mop and I mop.
I dip my broom in blood,
My mop in blood--
And blame you for this,
Because you are there,
Enemy.
It's hard to blame me,
Because I am here
So I kill you.
And you kill me.
My name,
Like your name,
Is war.
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