Ive read your November, tortured by saboteurs
Ended from wounds and buried underground
Seconds of frightened wouldnt be forgotten,
Happiness was fainted by soreness that painted
Cries you sang as your prayers,
With the shouts to carved your shatters
Ganbare..., you said
Burned by sugar cane
Hang in there..., you said
Let the dust remain
Days of a sudden doll who slept with pains
The last powerless crawled in a bloody chains
How could you build revenge while you calmed you heart?
How could you woke you hate while death is the new bed?

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