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Exhume.

BN1.

Your Doom.

Existence gone.

Scorched bone spreads the fields,

Anguish fills the air,

Thy flesh starts to yield,

Organs laid bare.

Liquified skin,

Drapes across the sand,

A life heavy with sin,

They forced the crimes of man.

I hold pure resentment,

For those idle hands,

Vile perpetrators,

Oppressors of the land.

White phosphorus,

Inhale death,

Through fumes noxious,

Lay dead,

War prosperous.