Digging graves - City buries dead
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Angry tears falling - The massacre
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Cemetary defaced - Age of pain draws near
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A presence of troops - Termination inflicted
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Civil unrest - Mortar shell exploding
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On contact - Sacrificing
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Cringing at the thought - That nothing can be done
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To stop this madness - Dreams fading fast
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Feel the pressure - Brain starts to wither
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Absent warnings of attack - Designated plots
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Arranged in order - Grisly reminder turned to grief
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Discarded prayers - Fear of living grows
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Depletion continues - At phenomenal rates
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Voices screaming - Counting losses
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Suffering immortal
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Wounding opposition - Parade the streets
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Victory accomplished
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For time being thinking your safe - When attacks resume
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Creating more dead - Wind of destruction
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Everything is grey - Trees are gone
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Nothing stands
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Running through sniper alleys
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Viewing with disgust
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A place you hate - Killings everyday
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Before your eyes - Burning corpses
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Flesh rains down - Robbed of our defences
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As other countries watch - Fighting for land and power
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Foul Lair
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