The scythe hits the wheat
The scythe hits the wheat
How God hates war!
Blood spilled like water
And flies hovering on flesh
And me! Even a handful of sickle meats are bad for me.
When will no one teach his friend a sword?
And a wolf live with a sheep?
The greatest enemy of man
This is another person fighting him.
Haunted by peace in all your ways!
23.6.16
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