Not all those with their eyes closed are sleeping
Not all with their mouths shut are dumb
War may be waged the the wealthy
But by the hand of the poor, it is won
For every lock on the door, there's a key
For every river, there must be a source
Not all victims feel innocent
Not all convicts feel any remorse
But sleep awaits those who are restless
An adventure for those who are bored
Peace will seek out the righteous
Guilt will follow the hordes
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