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ghost now walks in the land where the living died the silent cry of innocent souls hunt the night. No more drums of war for the drummers were killed too. The night reek of blood the smell of dead bodies made love with the atmosphere. Who will mourn the dead? Who will sing the moonlight song? For the night is quiet and calm. © Jay.E. Udo

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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