What do I see with my eyes?
Over the horizons of oil, sweat, and blood
What do I hear with my ears?
Echoing through the valley of screams
What do I smell with my nose?
Drifting up from the ashes of our children
What do I feel with my skin?
Through the wind permeated with the sins of all

What is it?
What is it, you ask?
It is us and our heart of darkness.

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