a faint cry is heard
i lay motionless, breathing
the pain enters me
the warmth disappears
i can hear the racket noise
of which the bombs make
conciousness fading
memories of my love ones
rushes in my veins
wounds which will not fade
scars me on my dirty face
help me as i cry
noone can hear me
for that i am all alone
under this bloodshed
this isnt the end
reluctantly, i can move
beneath these ashes
evenif this pain
i feel, i will live longer
untils the world's end
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