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An attack using chemical agents

And inorganic compounds,

As the deadly blood agent

Hydrogen cyanide

Blocking the oxygen in the blood,

Killing by suffocation

Some of them dropped dead,

While others die slowly

Another day where, the black cloak of cruelty and brutality,

Decimate the rural population and compromise the future

In order to crush the rebellions, ended by any brutal means

And leaving behind a trail of death that stretches for several miles

Those who were exposed and blinded by the chemicals,

First burning and blistering or coughing up green vomit

The toxins released inhibiting the signals

To nervous systems neutralize them

The living ad no place here, in this realm of terror

Sweet apples, the Bloody Friday Massacre,

Life as frozen in time, just stand still

And the death had already passed by

The towns and the villages still littered with unburied dead,

Razed and hastily buried most of the dead

In makeshift mass graves, in an attempt to hide

This ethnic genocide of innocent human beings

Widespread and indiscriminate

Use of chemical weapons,

That will contaminate the food

And water supplies

Wrecking the soil all living beings

Have a genetic impact on the population

The living ad no place here in this realm of terror

Sweet apples, the bloody friday massacre,

Life as frozen in time, just stand still

And the death had already passed by