If I speak no words, will my thoughts be known?
If i forget the syllables, will my plan be shown?
I will shout again from the mountain top,
And all of the calm would stop.
Destruction is my voice.
My way to speak an end to no beginning.
The wind will carry my plea and all will see,
That I am the warrior to end all wars.
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