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288. Peace

A dove flew up into the sky
A beauty to behold and see
An olive leaf dangled in its beak
Bringing peace for you and me
How could something so simple be true
That a bird could end a war
Is it any more ridiculous it seems
To permit man to kill as before
Why do we strive to have what we want
When the price is paid with dying
Even if heaven is our final home
Is it worth the suffering and crying
Take heed those that want more
For God’s vengeance is at our gates
He’s blessed us with our lives of our own
For retribution comes to He who waits


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