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An anti-war manifesto in guitars and choirs – for anyone who still believes one heart can break the chain. Peace Starts With Me They told me where the evil lives, they drew the map, they named the side. But over every border line… it’s only people trying to survive. I climb above the broken trenches, winter metal in my lungs, My rifle draws a thin horizon like a question made of guns. Through the scope I scan “the enemy”, their coastline made of scars, They said that darkness lives out there – I came to see who they are. In a foreign dugout, little stove, low, flickering firelight, Soldiers whisper homeward stories to the shivering of the night. On the “wrong” side, weary mothers hum old lullabies, Children wait for “our own enemy” with hope in tired eyes. No demons sharpening knives in some infernal light, Just ordinary pulses, ordinary lives. Same bitter coffee, same cracked cups, same cheap guitars that ring, The same young spring unfolding over every fragile thing. And all of that, their breathing world, fits perfect in my sight, While distant guns and iron mouths demand I drown it in the night. But I will not become the hand that tears their sky to bleed – If peace is ever born on earth, let it start, let it start with me. Let it start with me. If this was more than just a song, if someone really woke, The world would freeze in disbelief that one chain finally broke. One soldier steps outside the script, refuses “sacred” plans, Walks out of rank with empty palms and still calls himself a man. It’s easy loving when you’re loved, forgiving blow-for-blow, But once a Voice said, “Love them first,” and we could not let it grow. We crowned that Voice with twisted thorns, nailed mercy to a cross, Built temples to that holy name, then blessed new wars at any cost. So don’t preach “necessary blood” or “sacrifice we owe,” I’ve seen your shining monuments on bones laid down below. I will not be another gear in your iron prophecy, I tear my pages from your script, I walk outside, I walk out free. Let the generals choke on rage, let them rewrite history, I will not march into their cage, nor kill on their decree. If any change is meant to be, not from thrones or cavalry – I break the chain inside my veins; let it start, let it start with me. Let it start with me. “Martyrs ride express to heaven” – that’s the slogan in their eyes, Tickets stamped with stolen verses, paid in blood and perfect lies. Worse than hell’s a “paradise” full of butchers keeping score, I refuse to be the hero in some madman’s holy war. Since the old fires, louder shamans dragged the tribe into their trance, Shaking, screaming, naming victims, pointing, “They won’t stand a chance.” Now the shamans live in cameras, glowing screens and borrowed creeds, Feeding us a high on hatred, selling enemies we “need.” I will not whisper, “Bless our fire,” I will not sanctify their guns. I won’t translate their poison prayers Into words upon my tongue. I will not ask for holy ink On blueprints drowned in blood! Wars are sickness, wars are airborne, one breath, and darkness fills your chest, Iron-throated amplifiers spray thick bile on all the rest. But peace inside is more like health; you cannot catch it from a crowd, No poison word, no sacred rage can rule a soul that won’t bow down. Peace is like a single ember smoldering beneath your roof, Living only in the fingers of the one who guards that truth. No anthem lights that tiny spark, no order makes your heart agree – It burns when one free conscience says, “The war will not begin in me.” Let their banners black the sky, let their orders rain on me, I won’t trade my soul for lies, won’t be fuel for their disease. If peace will ever learn to breathe, not in myths but in the street, It’s born each time one beating heart refuses to repeat. So write me down as “traitor” in your chronicles and feeds, I’ll wear that name like armor made of mercy, not of steel. If peace is ever born on earth, in the ruins of history – Let it start, let it start with me! Let it start with me...