| Skeleton 509 raises empty eyes to dark sky
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| Urges of weary body make the flesh moving hardly…
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| Among the grey confused pile of skeletons, covered by skin
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| Corpses are visible, they mixed with the living creatures…
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| A narrow barrack fill with stench of defecations looks like a crypt…
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| Skeleton 509 comes up to nearest carcass
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| And starts to tear by sharky teeth in the bleeding gums
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| Tight cold and stinkest dead meat
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| A spark of life doesn’t want to die out!
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| Gore of deceased coagulates in thrombosis
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| Stench of death, chorus of the groans —
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| Skeleton 509 wanna live…
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| Bulldozers drill ditches packed with corpses
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| And mill exhausted bodies
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| Dim sun is hidden into the smoke of crematorium…
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| A bulk of human ashes is discharged from the scorching stoves
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| Human ashes generously feed death’s seeds!
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| Skeleton 509 — the same as they are all:
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| He will die under mass of cadavers
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| His emaciated corpse will be thrown into trench, into the nowhere…
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| The heaps of human wastes will be smashed by the tracks!
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| Piles of the mash will be burning cooly… but now skeleton is tearing
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| And chewing the rotten meat; |
| many years of struggle
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| For effort to survive have made him zombiefying skeleton
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| He will be devoured, maybe too…
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| Dreadful phenomenon of human mind — slow, mockering fucking murder!
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| Eternal war transformed people to it slaves
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| Skeletons-victims-are walking in the endless rank… |