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You'll reap what you sow The sky is a new shade of war The colour of meat rent raw This conflict's innocents In heaps of twitching limbs Mouths stretched in silent screams What becomes of their dreams? Dulled eyes plead to the sky Witnesses to this genocide The men slaughtered Before their families' horrified stares The women dead and raped Mouthing their futile prayers But it's the children's eyes That burn into my mind And drag me sweating from nightmare The land now a scape of sores Blistered by countless wars Earth tears, oozing like pus Congealing in civilisation's dust As cold... As governments who deemed to piss Our consciences lie rigormortised As cold... As the governments who deemed to piss Upon the twitching corpse of human rights Their grim refusal of all foresight From Letras Mania