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Life, Death, Misery and disgrace

Thousands years Of oppression

Thousand years of pain

Alive but dead, struggling to survive.

Rebels of the past, your anger shall arise.

They were buried alive, left in the ground, flames in their flesh, ashes in pain.

Thousand years of suffering in the name of nothing.

Symphony of pain, violence, death and lies. Nature was feared, but their gifts are not lost.

Eyes burt. Mouths shout.

I can still hear those souls screaming in the paths. Their bodies are gone, but their voices will survive.

Eyes wide. Mouths loud.