What would a bullet say on its way to an innocent boy's skull somewhere in the world where it can triumph and conquer over man?
a memory flashes here and there, his family on a wall lined up and killed like lambs no one did understand what their blood for, was spilled, but I doubt the boy still recollects;Oh no! I know what I'm here for-I saw the purpose in his small brain-like all these soldiers who died in vain, the boy's mind was thinking of...
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