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The bare white bones peeled |
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From flesh tainted pale |
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Bodies of murdered children |
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Whose prayers echoed unheard |
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Whose bodies gave in |
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Under the weight of stone |
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Abused beyond tolerance |
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Carved hollow of pride and life |
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Their bodies, hidden in the marshes |
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Left for scavangers to nurture |
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The life breathing fluids |
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Absorbed to the fertile land |
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Remnants of life long lost |
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In which parasites now nestle |
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None but the mare itself mourns |
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By their unnamed, dank tombs |
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Insects toil restless |
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Working on tender flesh |
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The scale fooling murders |
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That only the trees witnessed |
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No tears accompany the victims rest |
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Soil as their skin |
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They lay rotted beneath these meadows |
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Forever morose |
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These woodlands hide many secrets |
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Destinies uncharted by the living |
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No one grieves for unborn |
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The blind indulge in ignorance |
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No one bears to guilt |
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Here they lay adormant |
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Their putrid hands reaching for heaven |
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No one grieves for unborn |
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The deal indulge in ignorance |
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No one bears the guilt |
