Burning pain
Burning
Flashing
Blinding
Numb
Things that warp and squeeze at the innocent mind
The crippling sensation of being eaten alive
The clock chimes but it’s truly dying inside
Who is there to lift the tears
When bodies fall and children scream
The gruesome horror of reality
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