Armies swerve in your breath
Become porous to perfect rest
Insist their guts give out
That the plague is everywhere
We will have been without
Organs or an agreement
To no longer do violence
Committing shit in the other's
Mouth loving the face for when
It isn't eyes all full of ink
I would spill a million tons
If it would bring the dead back
And end these wars become
What we would have become
Were the world so cited.
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