Survivors A bullet's plunging, Into my chest, And cuts through, All of the flesh, The bomb is hitting, The ground so near, It's so loud that I, Couldn't hear, I'm quickly sifting, Through the mud, To find if there is, Any living blood, Into the deep water, I am swiftly diving, To see if there's someone, Left that's surviving.
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