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The Breeze of War

The last Bloody laugh of resistance
Blown away on the breeze
The last piece to be played
One scream away
No desperation
No cry for mercy
Just the breath of the dying
Blown away on the breeze
Last words incinerated
With the falling of the bombs
This morning alone
Comrades secluded
Their own personal torture
No desperation
No cry for mercy





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