To the east
And to the west
They light their fires
To burn my soul
I come to them
With gifts
Appeasement
Peace, happiness, joy
They return my embrace
With molten shots, aimed dead-on
Still, I return
With hope sprining eternal
Peace is possible
This is my white flag
I LOVE THEM BOTH, AND ALWAYS WILL
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