As still as a tomb, where only memories roam
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No birds sing here, yet silence speaks volumes
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About tortured times, when man was blind
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And innocence died at the hands of genocide
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Lest we forget
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Prayers fall upon ears of the dead
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Drowning the bleat of sacrificial lambs
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Condemned to an eternity of bleeding
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Trapped in the teeth of demons
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Fifty years on, the oppression remains
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Haunted by the ghosts of the slain
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And now we walk this cursed ground
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The magnitude of suffering's like a shroud
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Let the death camps remain
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As epitaphs to pain
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Or have we learnt nothing despite their deaths?
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Do we credit ourselves too much intelligence?
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Is the harbinger of pain but a heartbeat away?
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Are we still ignorant and fearful despite what we say?
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The Symmetry Of Hatred
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Stampin' Ground |