The Words That Maketh Murder

	  		
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I've seen and done things I want to forget; 
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I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat, 
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Blown and shot out beyond belief. 
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Arms and legs were in the trees. 
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I've seen and done things I want to forget; 
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coming from an unearthly place, 
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Longing to see a woman's face, 
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Instead of the words that gather pace, 

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The words that maketh murder. 
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These, these, these are the words- 
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The words that maketh murder. 
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These, these, these are the words- 
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The words that maketh murder. 
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These, these, these are the words- 
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Murder...	 

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These, these, these are the words- 
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The words that maketh murder. 

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I've seen and done things I want to forget; 
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I've seen a corporal whose nerves were shot 
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Climbing behind the fierce, gone sun, 
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I've seen flies swarming everyone, 
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Soldiers fell like lumps of meat. 

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These are the words, the words are these. 
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death lingering, stunk, 
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Flies swarming everyone, 
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Over the whole summit peak, 
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Flesh quivering in the heat. 
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This was something else again. 
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I fear it cannot be explained. 
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The words that make, the words that make 
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Murder. 

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What if I take my problem to the United Nations?