Benign society wrapped in a century of decadence
The child now cold, it’s blankets burned by the atom
Violent death, alone in the cosmos
To show her bleeding body thorough Rome
She hath no tongue to call; no hands to wash
Moments of silence for those blessed golden hearts
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