As the bodies lie there dying and decayed
I think why would such a device ever be made
These guns portray our people's lack of perfection
And have caused a worldwide spread of devastation
They have brought injury, blood and so much gore
Causing more deaths in each and every war
They say these weapons have brought on so much sorrow
But we still continue to use them tomorrow
It's not God's fault that these people have been slain
Guns are our creation and we brought upon our own pain
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