Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Who’s going to be left
When the weapons hits the ground?
What will be left
Besides sweet memories?
Will anyone save us now
As the vapors fill our lungs?
All we have left is
Rubble on our streets.
I hear the screams
Of people all around.
Nothing’s left behind aside from
Our comrades at our feet.
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