THE SUN WAS SHINE
THE GUN SOUND WAS PAIN
SOME PEOPLE DO SHOUT
THOUGH MANY PEOPLE'S SOULS ARE IN DOUBT.
THE GROUND FULL OF BLOOD
SOME SOLDIERS GIVES THEIR CLEAD.
MANY PEOPLE ARE PRAY
EVEN THOUGH, WHY THEY ARE CRY
MANY BOMB ARE BLAST
NO ONE IN ATLAST.
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