All guns down. All rockets and missiles and planes. All tanks and bombs. All threats. All terror. Terror. Children shiver with it. Ears howl. Explosions in the bone. Skin blazes off. Infant brains splatter. All this rag flesh and stain. Dust wet with harm. That’s all that grows. And hatred. There are no sides but go on and stop. No rights, no obligation, no justice, no righteousness, no security, no revenge, no hope, no freedom, no claim, no victory, no history, no escape but stop. Pull the teeth of your monsters and stop.
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