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Mutilated bodies, senseless gore

People coexisting in peace

Men brutally slaughtered in war

A white dove's exhilarating release



Sacreligion, blasphemy, curses

The word of God, salvation

Fresh corpses in the backs of hearses

A worldwide, prosperous nation



Crimes of passion, jealous hate

Love that's bright and pure

The crash and burn seems like fate

The plane's wings steadfast and sure



An empty, shivering, hollow shell

Light, sunny April showers

A vile taste, a horrid smell

Meadows of fragrant flowers



Blue-black blood runs cold through my veins

The sun radiates life into me

Persistent loathing, ever-present disdain

What it means to be happy