A Bloody Nightmare Ago...
I saw them getting butchered;
I watched them die...
I felt their souls getting trapped,
And I wanted to cry.
I opened my mouth very agape
Tried screaming as loud as I could!
But nothing came out
So there I stood...
The newborns and innocent
Lay there ever so helpless
I stared at them uselessly...
That knife and its sharpness...
Their arms and legs flew around
Followed by their heads
What had brought them here?
When they should be in bed!
Whomever they were
I wanted to scream
And get away so fast
From that bloody dream!
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