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Dec 2020
𝐀bove all the sounds that kids will hear at night, there's this muffled moans and cries of the wounded ones. Instead of trash, you'll see blood and bullet case everywhere. Carnage is what it seems.

𝐁ullet fires echoes on their ear while strolling on a crimson river where landmine is planted. Is this what hell looks like? This is treason, this is murderous. Parents killed on the spot, now they're called refugee. Some lose limbs while other are sexually abused. Suffering from terror and fear– is this what they deserve? Who will wipe their tears? Their legacy is death and guns.

𝐖hat happened to humanity? Soldiers **** and know no pity when they march upon a city.
Written by
Aethorn  Stari Lec
(Stari Lec)   
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