| The bare white bones peeled
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| From flesh tainted pale
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| Bodies of murdered children
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| Whose prayers echoed unheard
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| Whose bodies gave in
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| Under the weight of stone
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| Abused beyond tolerance
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| Carved hollow of pride and life
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| Their bodies, hidden in the marshes
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| Left for scavengers to nurture
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| The life-breathing fluids
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| Absorbed to the fertile land
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| Remnants of life long-lost
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| In which parasites now nestle
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| None but the mare itself mourns
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| By their unnamed, dank tombs
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| Insects toil restless
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| Working on tender flesh
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| The scale-fooling murders
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| That only the trees witnessed
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| No tears accompany the victims rest
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| Soil as their skin
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| They lay rotted beneath these meadows
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| Forever morose
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| These woodlands hide many secrets
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| Destinies uncharted by the living
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| No one grieves for unborn
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| The blind indulge in ignorance
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| No one bears the guilt
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| Here they lay adormant
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| Their putrid hands reaching for heaven
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| No one grieves for unborn
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| The blind indulge in ignorance
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| No one bears the guilt |