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Buildings blackened by fire rooted shops pockmarked with bullet holes the trench of death hangs over braggaoille the public of Congo is just a battlefield for civil war bloated corpses litter the streets as cobra and Zulu militias drunk and drugged fire heavy mortars and machine guns at everything that moves terrified residents hole up behind barricaded doors then in the morning they hear answers to their prayer the foreign legion is coming
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
A WORLD FULL OF TERROR
Buildings blackened by fire rooted shops pockmarked with bullet holes the trench of death hangs over braggaoille the public of Congo is just a battlefield for civil war bloated corpses litter the streets as cobra and Zulu militias drunk and drugged fire heavy mortars and machine guns at everything that moves terrified residents hole up behind barricaded doors then in the morning they hear answers to their prayer the foreign legion is coming
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
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