walk among the dead with grenades in their hands
their scars were the roots of madness
and the sharp wind of the murderer
season the meat and fabrics together
disintegrated amid the ruins everything was a mortal
crucifixion even dogs waiting time of entry
wanted to clean up the mess by bringing everything in his mouth
missiles returned to earth from the sky swore
eyes leave us begging for the quick death
nobody wanted to suffer injuries and posthumous
was his mindset that I plan to advance all true to their convictions
notes the Holocaust in his work stops and picks
soil a child's skull
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