The body pieces
It never leaves the world
It hangs there with the wind
The closure hasn't done yet
The culprits of a murder
Some fools got the fall
The hooded heads in court
Nobody knew in public
The patience of waiting
For the fire to extinguish
Only then the spirit will seek
The way of closure of a death
The body pieces
Scattered every inch of the ground
The death was horrible...
It hangs there with the wind
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