.The bones of the bodies serve as pillars to this scene.
The corpses of the fallen sprawled so beautifully.
The artist dead.
We put a bullet in his head.
Now we paint with red,
the only color in which we shed.
And death loves this war of ages.
Seeing faces lacerated. [2.
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