P.E.A.C.E., by Itisinmyblood

Itisinmyblood

P.E.A.C.E.

Peace

We’ve never seen it

But we strive for it

MLK does no harm by his protests

I have a dream too

Stop at nothing

Question everything

We are one

Not just tonight but every night

Funner than Fun.

One people

Striving for one thing

Aiming for that “one” place

Love conquers all

Make a connection with your brothers and your sisters

War is meant for pagans

Hell is meant for demons

Heaven is meant for angels

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