| I am lost and sickened
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| Disoriented by this bleak environment
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| How I came to be here escapes my memory
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| This is a desert
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| Deep scarlet grains stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky
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| Gale force winds pepper my face
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| The sand tastes foul
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| The sand tastes like blood
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| Savagely cruel
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| Barren expanse
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| The atmosphere a caustic fog
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| Every breath reminds me of pain
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| Dust of dried blood filling my lungs
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| On the horizon I see a chasm
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| A distant pulse begins to beat
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| Suddenly a flash, spector of the past
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| Vision of mass murder, torrents of blood
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| The vision quickly ends
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| The wasteland still beckons
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| Plodding toward the chasm
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| I hear rushing liquid
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| My mind cannot conceive
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| The massacre I behold
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| An infinite river of cadavers
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| Buoyant in their own blood
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| Vertigo engulfs my brain
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| As my body fails and drops
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| A million corpses staring
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| Straining to survive, limbs flailing in the blood
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| Grapple with headless bodies
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| Hands of the dead are pulling me downward
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| Drowning in this river
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| Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke
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| Situation hopeless
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| I submit to the fury of the river
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| Paralyzed with terror
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| Thousands of their thoughts
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| Are entering my mind
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| Conscious on their level
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| Every tortured death is experienced at once
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| Drowning in their anguish
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| Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain
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| Vengeful corpses shrieking
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| «Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide!» |