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We we're blind and we couldn't conceive the color of blood This crimson flood soaking the ground We stare in shock as the world unveils its true features to us You then exclaim "where is God now?" You ask me "why do we forever feed on pain And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage? The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained For this, should we blame the maker of everything divine?" The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one