The Killing Fields

One Fifth

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their wings turn to ashes, their souls to dust. begotten animals, misguided by trust. in the distance, surrounded by wire, the number dead, in the killing fields grows higher. can you cop life, or just reflect it? hopes guardian, has been rejected. as the yes of millions, see millions die, ignored by the reluctan human eye.
seemingly endless suffering. where does it end? the blade drops to serv your greed, life taken in vain. as i alk through the killing fields, i hang my head in shame. raise my fists in punishment for the beings of a lessr name. bust! you can't copy life, you can't protect it.
blind fallacy, no ressurection, as the bloody hook, hangs from the sky, ignored by the reluctant human eye. seemingly endless suffering.
where does it end? the blade drops to serve your greed, life taken in vain. as i walk through the killing fields, i hang my head in shame. raise my fists in punishment for the beings of a lesser name. as i walk through the killing fields