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Hurrying to the holes
To breathe poison-free air
Away from the stench
Of dead bodies littered all over,
Vultures hovering above,
The smog clouds on the run.
I scream for succour,
Amidst the debris I look for a crown;
With every burst
A cathedral tumbles down.
Among the rubble
The countless stars,
That once twinkled
And cheered,
In blind stare
Mock and shock.
In their speechless eyes
I see my barbarity,
My murderer's face.
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