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For whom the gun tollsFor whom the prey weepsBow before a warCall it religionSome wounds never healSome tears never willDry for the unkindCry for mankindEven the dead cryTheir only comfortKill your friend, I don't careOrchid kids, blinded stareNeed to understandNo need to forgiveNo truth, no sense, left to be followedFacing this unbearable fearLike meeting an old friendTime to die, poor matesYou made me what I am!In this world of a million religionsEveryone prays the same wayYour praying is in vainIt'll all be over soonFather help me, save me a place by your side!There is no GodOur creed is but for ourselvesNot a hero unless you dieOur species eat the wounded onesDrunk with the blood of your victimsI do feel your pity-wanting painLust for fame, a deadly gameRun away with your impeccable kin!Good wombs hath borne bad sons...Cursing, God, why?Falling for every lieSurvivors' guiltIn us forevermoreFifteen candlesRedeemers of this worldDwell in hypocrisyHow were we supposed to know?