May 13, 2009
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Dead bodies lay,
Their acrid scent,
Their souls are gone,
Their faces bent.

They can not speak,
Tacit and silent,
Their deaths were cruel,
And oh so violent.

I can not fathom,
The reason why,
One can kill them,
And never cry.

This camp is hell,
Where bodies lay,
This camp is dead,
I died today.

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