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Death All Around

They waited in silence,
with guns of destruction
They waited for violence,
with hands of abduction

Sweat trickled down my back,
clearly seen in the moonlight
My breathing was whack,
and my face already white

Something was shoved onto my head,
crinkly white, a bag
There was nothing to be said,
I was already lag





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