.Death hue falling on the faces of the streets lost children as the mortar fire broken in
Nights cold, slipping through the cracks breaking through the cracks of crumbling plaster.
Hunger gnaws, I can feel it claws but the pain of a bullet would burn much hotter in the spot like, mounted on the.
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