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Guilty bones rest their feet in piles of ash,where home was seen a long days work,worth tomorrow's tea and a vision of softly crying sirens ''what have you done to the children,what have you done with them? their future is as bleak as the ash you stand in! what did you tell them and why?'' They'll live in bliss for longer in a lie,but blind I choose thirst with no bounds and hunger with no limits This is the life of color and passion but frail is the trail of ambitious advances condemned to faces and statues all made of asheS....