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screams,

of betrayal
of agonized pain
of mercy

Fill the air...

as the smoke rises

The village has been invaded,
Destroyed,
Innocent blood spilt.

the village has been set on fire,
and the blood of many men
women
children has been all but spent.

In enemy eyes
This is just another job...
To find.
To destroy.
They do not see

...the faces...
...the tears...
...the fears...

The sound of marching draws near,
And a mother tightens her grip.

on her dead
bruised
beaten
innocent
baby girl

Tears stream silently down her cheeks,
As she rocks back and forth,
Prepared to face death.

Prepared to face the end
That she knows draws near.