We stand In lines of 5 and 6,
Wait, Watch, Dieing inside,
Our family being heard in boxes of fear and tragedy,
There Noble Screams un heard,
She of only six or seven stands beside me,
She trembles, as the tears of her fulitiy spread,
All of us is silence,
Standing as one,
Our country,
They die for us we respect what time is theres,
Wait, Watching, Dieing inside,
A suddenly cry splits the silence,
A women: Only love keeping her to humanity in place,
Her sob, become less as two men drag her way,
Lose is the sign of winning,
These words are of Satan's gift,
Not one of these men died for what matter,
The crowd start to disburse,
but I stay,
Waiting, Waiting, Dieing.....
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