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Coming back from hell, your past is black, deep fear inside,
the stink of carcasses persists.
machine gun fire is raging in your turbid head,
some months ago but now your reality.

the home is calling loud,
you're stretching out your broken hand,
belonging to the future,
to the so-called promised land,

the executive turns out as your deadly enemy,
a snake, a violent ruler, heretical vigor.

escape from these monsters, running away,
their rage is boundless, hard and vile.
fighting their onslaught, killing their allies,
you have to act as a victim of servants.

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