"Mourning Morning"
This morning
Small peebles of sorrow were hurled from heaven,
At a blood-bathed earth,
It was an open mockery to a grieving world.
Mould of wounds and lifeless bodies were littered about
People mourning with their feet walking around
Death has covered our sight
So we don't know when another will seize us
Like bats we are flying wildly in the day with blood dripping from our skull.
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