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Terror & Death

Warm wet feeling a coldness creeps inside

Hear the breath sounds in and out over and over

Dark stained hands raised over his body

Sword dripping wet from his kill

He seeks a vengeance he can not have

Their bodies tossed in an open pit

Waste no dirt to cover the massacre

No time to celebrate no time to laugh

Serious stupid men crawling on their belles as he feasts

Like a lifeless statue filled with dark matter

Inside of her now he lays down quieted by his release

His mind dances through the steps of death

He dreams in black and white

The gun fire rang out

Warm wet feeling a coldness creeps inside

written by: Derrick A Jasper Nov 19th, 2015

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