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Nocturnal light from deadly suns |
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Illuminates my fate |
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Concussions all around me |
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In my trench I shake and wait |
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Nausea overwhelms me |
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The dead fill every space |
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They wait for resurrections |
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Bullets ripping past my face |
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I see the wounded falling |
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Grimaces they wore |
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Soldiers and civilians |
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They died the rich and poor |
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All are consumed by fire |
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Bodies turned to rags |
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Mothers only sons |
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Returned to them in bags |
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The final plan unfurled |
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No relief till all has died |
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The extinction of the world |
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In a blast of cyanide |
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Unsparing shrapnel tears through flesh |
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Merciless round by round |
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Like seeds the bodies scattered |
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Too dense to see the ground |
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The deafening siege of fire power |
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Roaring for days on end |
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No one's going home now |
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And there's not much left to send |
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All are consumed by fire |
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Bodies turned to rags |
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Mothers only sons |
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Returned to them in bags |
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The deafening siege of fire power |
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Roaring for days on end |
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No one's going home now |
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There's not much left to send |
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The final plan unfurled |
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No relief till all has died |
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The extinction of the world |
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In a blast of cyanide. |
