Still blindly we plunge into the web again.
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Our hands still soaked with blood soiled straight through to the skin.
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Turned the soil still wet from last time's shallow graves,
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we remain entangled in this web of war we've made.
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1999 turned about reads triple 6, but do you pale at the slightest hint of coincidence?
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If so you're bound to play a part in all our destruction.
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If we believe the myths we create then we are bound to live them.
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Still many of us, sick and twisted, eagerly await our turn to die.
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We sit obedient after each atrocity, too desensitized to even cry.
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We are bound to what we so foolishly inspected.
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Others ensnared by chance into the trap others have erected.
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Are we bound to this vicious cycle of agression
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and then vengeance by some uncontrollable flaw in our natural human condition?
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If we are but wild animals acting on some instinctual competition
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then why is it leading us onward toward our assured extinction?
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No, this web of war is not a part of nature's vast creation,
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but the product of mankind's fear of self and his infatuation
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with dominance and destruction and the conquest of all,
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he fears himself therefore he will destroy himself in the end.
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Web Of War
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