Sent
Bombs Explode Everywhere Around
Rapid Gunfire Brings Many People To Die On The Ground
Faces Smeared With Paint And Sweat
Sand Sticking To Everything Yet
Screams Echo Forever In Ears
Sounds That People Will Pray They Never Hear
Pure Chaos Surrounds Each Person There
As A Cell Phone Rings And Blows Up Causing Familys At Home To Fall To Tears
Little Kids Run In The Street
Bombs Strapped To Their Bodies, Falling Over Their Own Feet
Eyes Grow Wide, With Sickening Disgust
Who Could Do This, And Yet They Must
He Looks Away Before The Child Explodes
And Pulls The Trigger To Unload
An Act, A Service, Never Wanted Again
And Yet They All Must, Just To Live
At Night, Maybe After Their First Days
They Cry To Sleep, Not Sure If They Want To Wake
They Pray To God, Sure That They've Commited Sin
And Pray For The Baby They Just Sent To Heaven
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