Massacre

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We fought hand to hand devilishly, viciously

Air of hatred everywhere, the scene was bloody,

We marched, fell, marched, fell, marched

and with each one falling

the vengeance's calling, erupted,

Fire we shall! Burn we shall!

Avenge we shall, the fall of our pals,

With every drop of blood spilling

The lust of the blood kept consuming

Every last one of us to our core,

Till opened all the doors

We drowned and were drowning in blood,

Every last thing vaporized, in ash bed,

The Thundering of the rockets,

Put us to sleep at night

sarin enveloping us tight,

Till lost was our sight;

We're no longer dead nor alive,

We're no longer winning or losing,

All we saw and desired 

was insatiable desire of bloodbath

We'll took more out than pumped by our heart!

Looking back, after years passed on,

Don't even remember what went on,

Inside our minds

In the madness,

We all were the same weren't we?

Can't move on, co-exist

or stop the air of hatred

Then what was the point of all that!

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