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Darkness hides the ruins
Rain washes blood away
Seems to me, I’ve come too late
Foolish to believe something will avoid the chaos
Brought by misanthropy
Mankind tears itself
Virus of Hate
Mothers burn their children
In paroxysms laugh to flame
I seek for the ones
Who remained the men
I hate you, God, for leaving us insane
Noone left to kill
May be, I am ill too…
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