A hundred suns, born to kill
it is madness, a sun created by man-
once again a perverse irony of life
earth creates – man destroys
love and hatred
we are the butchers of the earth
a hundred suns will be born-
millions of lives will fall
the first lightening,
a picture without protection and sence
The end, torture and death
when do they stop, when is it over?
one day they will all stand up,
rebel against us – exterminated us
the first lightening,
a picture without protection and sence
A hundred suns, born to kill
it is madness, a sun created by man-
once again a perverse irony of life
earth creates – man destroys
love and hatred
we are the butchers of the earth
a hundred suns will be born-
millions of lives will fall
BORN TO KILL
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