Whispers of the Dead

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02777
United States
41° 45' 21.0888" N, 71° 12' 15.3432" W

Guns firing,
bombs exploding.

Women and children,
screaming and crying,
begging for mercy,
begging for their lives.

Voices of blood painting,
trickling down walls resound
through the moonlit streets.
Victims fall silent.

Quiet crackling of fires from a distance
Whispers of dying souls fill the air.
The war rages on.

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