It oozes out like Coco Cola.
The burst of energy.
It turns up little at a time,year after year.
It smells of Despair.
It wears a bright smiley mask over its wicked reality.
It always defines the Moment.
Looming for ages over your head,like a lonely Black cloud.
It's an Addiction.
Or is it because of an addiction?
Violence.
It hides behind glossy smiles,and Closed Doors.
Violence.
Yet nothing can be done.
Violence.
Give Peace Chance.
It turns up little at a time,year after year.
It smells of Despair.
It wears a bright smiley mask over its wicked reality.
It always defines the Moment.
Looming for ages over your head,like a lonely Black cloud.
It's an Addiction.
Or is it because of an addiction?
Violence.
It hides behind glossy smiles,and Closed Doors.
Violence.
Yet nothing can be done.
Violence.
Give Peace Chance.
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