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All alone there is no sound,
People falling down to death.
Litering on the cold , hard ground,
I am the last one, everyone is gone.
The dying drop like many falling stones,
There is only me to suffer the world's pain.
Piles and piles form of the human bones,
Death is the only thing that can be seen.
Hundreds of thousands dead all around me,
Old and young, male and female all together
Why am I the one to suffer for thee?
I ask, but no one is there to answer.
I want her, Death, to come for me.
I don't wish to suffer anymore of the pain,
So I can leave to join the death-like sea.
I do not want to be the lonly, last one.
