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Nov 2012
Corpses will lay tattered,
Whether burned with fire or frozen with ice,
In the streets and in the taverns,
Bodies will lay in macabre patterns.
Deep, red blood produced by inhumane devices,
Will stain every street and every country,
Delivering humanity’s demise in one simple trice.
And this destruction looms with great certainty,
Whether burned with fire or frozen with ice.
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