City of Dead Body—
Dead body at every where- as the city has occupied by blockhead
Going above of everything the dead body has come in truth
The flies are bussing, polluted air and rotten bad smell
Continuous weeping is floating an air
The war will continue till men remain alive
They want burnt land- not life
You like a child do not understand or see anything!
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