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War Games


Dave Oakes


War is hell I’ve heard them say
But they don’t know the truth
It can steal away your tenderness
And wipe away your youth
To see a man you have called friend
Disappear from beside you in a flash
And having nothing remain to see of him
Can make your mind burn and crash
Little children come for you to play
And you think nothing of it
Until the ball they have thrown to you
Blows up and you know you are hit
The pain races through your body
Which is twisted and torn apart
And you just can’t believe the agony
Like a stake run through your heart
Laying on the ground in a twisted heap
The sky grows dark and the air colder
The grim reaper comes to visit you
And carries you away on his shoulder





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