The heart of my sadness is under attack
I'm injured like syrian children lately
My country is so uneasy
A killer terrorized my amity
...
The children lost their milk
Dead bodies tour in the earth
The henemy eyes always harass me
My wine fuddled everything
I can't strive to awake
Evermore paradox paradox
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