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Suiting gray skies over the streets of

Moscow rain down

Mixing with the dull colors of the blood

dripping from her gown

Painting the scene of the woman

Holding high for the worlds display:

Her freshly severed child's head, not

even yet in decay

Suiting gray skies over the streets of

Moscow rain down

Mixing with the dull colors of the blood

dripping from her gown

Painting the scene of the woman

Holding high for the worlds display:

Her freshly severed child's head, not

even yet in decay

"Doomsday will come!"

But doomsday has already come

The pendulum swings to and from

Opening the doors

to a war-torn place

Extending benevolence in good faith

Surely we would run

if we lived their plight

So attempt to restore

revoked human right

We remain secretly transfixed

As opposing cultures try to mix

Advanced and primitive,

before and after

Both convinced we are master

Enforcement responds

to the immediate threat

Society continues only slightly offset

Still blind to the underlying

foundations:

Conflicting beliefs breeding violent

creations

We look upon them

as they look upon us

Each with equal disgust

In retaliation grows our trust

To be the righteous ones, we must

Who is correct in

"moral bloodshed?

A truth we may never see

For pursuing questions has

only led to boundless obscenity