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Evil born.
Pacing in this darkened light,
My world has finally turned to night,
Refusing fear with all my might,
Ignoring that which causes fright.
Flaunting life in-front of death,
Becoming harder to draw breath.
Walking down into the water,
Not seeing all the godless slaughter,
Looking at my mother's daughter,
And wondering why there's such a bother.
To do that which can't be done,
To win a war that can't be won.
Feeling water slowly warm,
Blood-red pictures have come to form,
Seeping from the bodies torn,
Limbs stolen when evil is born.
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