They came with smiles.
Teeth yellow and odour of disrespect quiet foul.
Pyramids of empires as many as the stars
The first to have a written and verbal language
So how many did they manage to destroy, kill, persecute,
To put their simple evil in our face.
I have never seen life end so excruciatingly yet so peaceful.
Damage!
They came with smiles.
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