Dance, just keep dancing in the ballad of life. The skies burning in human rage, bullets piercing the bodies of now carcasses. Children crying, mothers dying, and fathers declaring war. Keep dancing the dance of life let the droplets of water, and crimson that falls from your body stain the ground. Dance, dance, dance for while we may die our dances are always remembered, and our wars always so tragically pointless in the eyes of history.
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