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MAKING SENSE The echoing screams of vengeance
are heard all across the land.
The smell of blood and bodies lingers on.
The pain of burning cities
and exploding skulls is felt by many.
An evil master, short of breath
escapes through the scorned world.
Supreme visions of success
invade mankind's sanity;
millions are left without reason.
Bombs vibrate the earth
with a monotonous, regular pulse.
Dry lips crackle, thirst for water.
The cold essence of power
comes down in acid rain.
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