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I stand, on top of a barren land
In front of my eyes ...
Valley of death into the gaping
one by one witness lives lost
to Him who first gave life

while others lay ...
I would not be able to distinguish
Which is still dead
and which has become a corpse
Some of these
writhing, rolling around and moaning
suffering the incurable

Shadows haunting question
even choke
wish I had come to die with them

Who would do all this?
growing anguish among a handful of happiness
Who would do all this?
heinous act without conscience
kill!
Old, even young children
they do not care!
Falling tears streaming down the ground
Of the family left behind
Of a neglected friend
They keep saying
Why did you choose the wrong path?
to go without leaving happiness