I saw them swimming in their blood
The rain of toxic from the sky
There was a deluge
Downpour of the dead
The others still pooled in blood
Their eyes are open
Their brains are conscious
I can't hold this adequate
They all are vicious
They believe to be
The most of all
Their thoughts are imprudent
For all they gain
For all we lost
I know they'll end up in pain
That's what we undergo
That's what they get, with no fears
This is something I can't be repentant
There is someone
I know he's there
He will perhaps not let us bear
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