There is blood everywhere
Sunset time and the sky is
Blood upon the placid lake
Birds have wings coloured
With red as they fly towards
Their nests for night long rest
Peaks of mountains shine
With color of blood as the
Soldiers lay dead in heaps
The war has rung the bell
Spilling blood of citizens in
Streets for a sad time ahead
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