An infected cannula in a severed arm
a heart's last beat in a young girl's chest
another girl dying in Norrmalm's square
another death not followed by grief
absolutely desperate did she sell her sex
the stake was life, but death was her reward
WE ARE ALL ANGELS AND GOD HEARNS PRAYER
He couldn't sleep a wink last night again
and so it has been the day he came home
he can't forget everything he saw
that this was true, that this had to happen
he remembers all the streets full of bloody corpses
and when he closing his eyes he hears their screams
WE ARE ALL ANGELS AND GOD HEARNS PRAYER

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