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,
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