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The End
As they play the music, I hear babies crying.
As they say "Everything will be alright", I know it's a lie.
As people are kneeled down praying, I'm looking at the sky, now knowing there is no God.
As soliders run away with gun in hand ready to protect us, I say "We'll never see them again."
As the mother tell her children "Don't worry. There is still hope.", I know that's not true, and so does she.
