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Nocturnal light from deadly suns Illuminates my fate Concussions all around me In my trench I shake and wait Nausea overwhelms me The dead fill every space They wait for resurrections Bullets ripping past my face I see the wounded falling Grimaces they wore Soldiers and civilians They died the rich and poor All are consumed by fire Bodies turned to rags Mothers only sons Returned to them in bags The final plan unfurled No relief till all has died The extinction of the world In a blast of cyanide Unsparing shrapnel tears through flesh Merciless round by round Like seeds the bodies scattered Too dense to see the ground The deafening siege of fire power Roaring for days on end No one's going home now And there's not much left to send All are consumed by fire Bodies turned to rags Mothers only sons Returned to them in bags The deafening siege of fire power Roaring for days on end No one's going home now There's not much left to send The final plan unfurled No relief till all has died The extinction of the world In a blast of cyanide..