Faces of shattered stone litter
Rivers of blood flows as a river
Cockroaches invade the rotting flesh
The air chokes us to our last breath
Our eyes look on to the horror
No more tears to shed for the slaughter
We have be come weak and beaten
Ignorant we wonder the reason
There are none for this take claim
Our anger bears no one to blame
We have no more will for strife
Here we surrender and end our life
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