| Digging graves — City buries dead
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| Angry tears falling — The massacre
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| Cemetary defaced — Age of pain draws near
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| A presence of troops — Termination inflicted
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| Civil unrest — Mortar shell exploding
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| On contact — Sacrificing
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| Cringing at the thought — That nothing can be done
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| To stop this madness — Dreams fading fast
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| Feel the pressure — Brain starts to wither
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| Absent warnings of attack — Designated plots
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| Arranged in order — Grisly reminder turned to grief
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| Discarded prayers — Fear of living grows
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| Depletion continues — At phenomenal rates
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| Voices screaming — Counting losses
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| Suffering immortal
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| Wounding opposition — Parade the streets
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| Victory accomplished
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| For time being thinking your safe — When attacks resume
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| Creating more dead — Wind of destruction
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| Everything is grey — Trees are gone
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| Nothing stands
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| Running through sniper alleys
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| Viewing with disgust
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| A place you hate — Killings everyday
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| Before your eyes — Burning corpses
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| Flesh rains down — Robbed of our defences
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| As other countries watch — Fighting for land and power |