Warning
Innocent children,
Are playing with it,
But you can’t see it.
Pure black liquid;
Evil blood of death;
Our brothers are burning;
In this hell we created;
Don’t you hear the Screams?
I feel the echo,
I see the reflection.
Surviving off ancient flesh
Planting poison seeds,
To grow and destroy;
Life will go on;
We will be slaughtered,
In suicide.
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