Death and Blood,
Dirt and Grime,
Piles of Bodies,
Little Time.
Bullets Flying,
People Dropping,
Bombs Killing,
People Fleeing.
All is slurred,
All is lost,
All is blurred,
Now I Know What Life Costs.
Then legs and feet,
Maybe friends,
But then I know,
I Won't See Life Again.
Now Ask Yourselves,
And Everyone
What if You were,
That Someone
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