massacre
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I never told them there's a devil in me
It first grabbed hold in the trenches
Only for an instant did I feel it’s caress
A brief rage engulfed my senses
Rain slithers along my body,
Mixing in with the blood seeping through my wounds,
Smoke filling my lungs as I make a run for the forest,
Bushes consume me,
Soil soaking up crimson,
Droplets staining the grass,
