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Not Just Another Statistic

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Bodies scattered across the field, like dolls

Stinking dolls, faces pale, skin and bones showing

Please don't let me be another statistic

Who can I even plead to?

They've all left me for dead

Even my own mother, never ever trust again

Starfleet, they're all traitors

They took away my father

And they took away my childhood

Kodos was sent by Starfleet

Look what he's managed to do

In just a few cruel months

The biting cold is nothing compared

To the coldness in my soul, my eyes

They look dead, I see nothing

I have no words that you can pity

I won't say a word, no not to you

The wind howls in the freezing of the night

The stars stare carelessly down at the massacre before them