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I have lived through a human squander
I have seen the massacre of the innocent
I have damned to be whitnessed to the blood
that will flow throughout the ages;
Damned to see the hate we have for others;
Damned to see that we pay with blood.
And as I lay down silent in my coffin,
I think I may wake up some day,
And yet this scene has convinced me otherwise.
My mind has been baricaded
No thoughts can be relesed
Or obsorbed
I tell of my last emotion,
And shed my last tear apon this paper.