once upon a time



Screams suddenly erupt out of
Fright filled minds as bodies curl
In anticipation of dying, bullets thud
All around, and deaths grim scythe
Sweeps through the flotsam of human debris

No quarter given none can be sought
The dead cannot stop the reapers task
Once again a heart wrenching sigh echoes
Around the world as Hezbollah state the
Blood is on Hindu hands

are they right, are they wrong
Ask the hundred locked in death
Behind the reapers mask, the blood of the
Dead shall soon be cleansed though how
Long before the innocent can heal

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