Those in copper jackets came with their arms bared,Torturing the people whose minds weren’t theirs’.
A plan to shut out those who just weren’t scared.
A beaten life with all the human ensnares.
In this riot, this war, the world has been torn.
With no remain of what was here once before.
Feeling as naked as the day you were born,You are nothing but a prisoner of war.Your world cannot stand still as the air does break,
The aroma of blood gags out the new day.
Another hundred now burning at the stake,
Their bodies broken on the snow they all lay.
Hundreds of souls soon join in the horizon,
While all those who had slaughtered now wizen.
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