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O, the sight! Bloodshed all around. To think the blind are blessed to not see this carnage. To consider that the deaf have been favoured among men because they hear not the anguished wail & lament of those that lost whom they loved. Ah, the dead may be glad they lived not to know the suffering; the torment that we, the alive must bear.
What misery! Such wretchedness my heart cannot comprehend! We were made for other than this bitter existence. Ah remorse, I feel you keenly within my chest. See, the sun rises red, revealing the field of bodies before me; unveiling the consummation of a hopeless battle.
O, life's grievous end.


Oct. 28th, 08