Today I heard the sound
Of your spiritual silence
Sweet and melodious
Mixed with delicious fragrance
Of the celebration
Of your tactical neutrality
Coming from your house
To my nostrils while
With my blood stained hands
I was counting dead bodies
My wailing give you a loud thank
For such a perverted show
And neighborly attitude!
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