Hearts painted black
A little black book
with black empty pages
our hearts are charcoal
no fire can burn
A fireman is needed
to blast a dynamite
people will never know
how it feels inside
Empty heads and broken bones
crashed skulls and misplaced jaws
Hatred against all, we are troops
feeling like killing pigeons of peace
Ignorance is a bliss for those...

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