Peace doesn't exist

Time for me to spread those figurative wings

Into some warped reality into a foreign land

Where the ocean covered with bubbles filled with brain fluid

And we finally carry of our backpacks

To that illusion called peace

.....Finding

----- 5 years later -----

The wings were cut by the hedge clippers of war

That foreign land became a war site

The ocean is filled with tears and blood

In the end peace is just a game - you win or lose

The sign of peace is V - v for victory

Say Peace ;)