Her smile was feast to my eyes,
And laughter, music to my ears!
Her presence always lit up my heart,
Soon, everything turned into a black void!
As she lies buried under the rubble,
With many other angels slain by oppressor!
War is not always a conflict between good and evil,
But a clash of the Devil!
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