What is war?
War is that bloody bastard lying awake on the rusty lips of an armament. Gun.
Pointed at the temples of a different clan.
War is that cruel thing sitting on the point of a siletto,
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Don't turn homes of peace into homes of naked, wandering souls bereft of wears! A clear picture of war devastations indeed.
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