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Jan 2016
Crimson rivers
Fill her view
Blood spills
Fill her hands

The midnight glow
Reflects on the water

Water of infants tears
Of tortured fathers

Of revenge she thinks
The only way out there
Is the revenge
By avenge

The dawn's light
Reflects on the water

Hide the bodies
Of the depressed mothers

Don't be sad for them
They're in a better place
Get your rest for last
Out of Earth's face
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