.August 20 1998
Tens of thousands
Are condemned to die
While we danced and drank fine wine
They were screaming to an empty sky
Why?
Kill my mother, kill my father>
What am I (left) to do
... But kill your mother, kill your father>
God make my aim true...
Is anybo.
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