Ares comes with a victory,
With all the fighting and trickery.
The dead bodies lying on the field,
And relatives crying tears of grief.
War does no good to,
either of the kings.
Wealth is depleted and,
men are killed.
It is not only men,
who are tortured,
but also animals,
who are slaughtered.
Please save somebody,
and have peace,
Wives become widows,
and moms become childless
it only signifies you are ruthless.
Please stop this miserable sin,
it is impossible for,
for the sorrow to be bore,
of the ill effects of this war.
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