Life, on the run from the slime

Sun, 09/14/2014 - 14:49 -- Ixw123


I'm running for my life.

I hear the whirring of the alarms,

the screams of the people.

I look for a way to run,

though all i see are mobs of 

pigs, enclosing on me.

Then comes the tear gas.

Frantic, I again look for an escape.

Now all i see in the mist and haze,

are people dying, and the military


No one hears my muffled crys of anguish,

no one cares as I die.


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