Let us have a minute for the silent dead,
Let us pray for the weeping and tortured,
It is but a trait in reckoning, to feel
Feel the pain that trickles down
Through the ages, through humanity.
The days are grey, a shade below murder
If time is willing, let us erase the past
Some day the silent dead shall rise
To free us all, from the world we were born into.
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