Only dead birds fly,
among all the dark clouds.
The silence is so loud,
only dead birds sing.

800 corpses
rot together.
No sun shines,
everyone here is dead.

The fog surrounds them,
the air is hard to breath.
I am so alone here.
Among those who died.
The ground is drinking
from the wounds of the dead.
The air is filled
with the stench of those who still rot.

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