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Marching on the land of the enemy |
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Extents paved with corpses |
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Mirrors of their own fate |
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Atmosphere of cadaverous smell |
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Stench of rotten flesh |
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Sounds of the menacing abyss |
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Scenery of scathing brutality |
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Nothing left than the |
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Souls of the damned |
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I found myself |
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In this morgue of war |
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Hidden in the ruins of |
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Generations' passion |
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To be witness |
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Of the senseless butchery |
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Dead soul staring |
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Through the eyes of the dulled |
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Scarred brains getting numb |
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Controlled by inferior circumstances |
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Remnants of cruelty |
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Enchroaching on the executioner |
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Not of their own will |
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Not from inside |
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Lacking in ideas |
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Lapsed in outer reality |
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Brutish deeds of satisfaction |
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Widow's juice before her |
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Children's Eyes |
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Woeful cries not to be heard |
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To be lost in the everlasting wailing |
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Cold perspiration covering my skin |
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I catch myself drifting further |
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Thoughts of perversity capture me |
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Spineless victim. |
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Puppet without threads |
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Necrophiliac desires |
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Primitive Human cravings |
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Innmost nature of my race |
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Drifting further towards |
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Demonic possession |
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Flight from my mind |
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Mutated reasons of |
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A once healthy system |
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Defenceless. |
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Shattered from inside |
