This night
Is the night of death,
You immortalize me
With pellets and daggers;
I have flesh of scars,
And wounds of burns;
I resemble the pits of hell,
I breathe the fire of indictment,
My knees sank below the waist
Bowing to Earthstore;
Tears rusted my cheeks, ribs and femur;
Despair laid in blood,
Visions were buried and let decayed,
Guns and grenades replace roses and honours,
I was as trivia as runaway smoke in the air.
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