Pokolgep a hbor gyermeke

A child of war, born on command
He was always aggressive, never laughed
He never caught the ball of his armor
No, he didn't build, he just destroyed. ..
His child of war did not listen to fairy tales
He loved where anyone could die
He played with tanks, he was mad when he buried
His blood n fattened, who starved
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No! Let's not dig graves!
Millions for one
Never be tempted again
No! Let's not dig graves.
Millions because of one
Don't give birth to more deaths..
Child of war, he was so satisfied
As if he burned everything around him
No one loved him, the world was bad
He was afraid of him and the dead
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