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The Haze began when I was nine |
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The body-parts were everywhere |
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The Ruins were laying on their remains |
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The dust was filling my lungs |
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And the mourning chants kept on fading.. |
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In and out since then.. |
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The visions have been shattered in wrath |
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and the shreds of morbid reality have stabbed my eyes |
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Their skin has been gently removed from their corpses |
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And as I crawled, the war went on.. |
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The moon was witnessing the blood |
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The rotten flesh, the chantings.. |
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when I've lost whom I loved in moments.. |
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And war goes on...though there's noone left to kill.. |
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And years later..I saw them walking in my dreams.. |
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My beloved ones..beyond my mind... |
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I tried to follow them...I couldn't.. |
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I...Am...paralyzed.. |
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I tried to stand..My god... |
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I...Am...paralyzed.. |
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With cut legs Iam living Within acid past.. |
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With shivering hands Iam writing me.. |
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I can smell that dust.. |
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the dust of the children's corpses.. |
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I've lost them forever.. |
