For Help
For help
But none comes
In the death moment
No savior came for you
Horror has no term for that
No word for relief
No understanding of mercy
Bodies laid in graves
Bathed in the sweat and tears
Of the survivors
A world left to
Weep and pray
I pray that you who live
Find help
Find hope again
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