There is so much that I needed to see.
Haven't I already seen plenty?
A majority of the deceased lay in front of me.
Decapitated so I couldn't identify.
Blood pooled around their warm bodies.
The blood of the innocent that are gone because of me.
Hands and feet loosening from the corpses.
Guiding themselves as if they are traveling through deadly courses.
One finger by another linger.
One toe by another quiver.
Soon they will approach and I am an instant shiver.
Every hand climb my beaten body.
Every foot surround my broken legs.
Soon does my blood become clotty.
The hands soon form a double barrel shotty.
Locked and loaded.
Ready to be exploded.
Feeling the ground being eternally eroded.
The trigger is pulled and my body becomes excited.
This argument was solved by one sided.
Someone trying to exterminate me and I don't know why.
Then I find out that I made others cry.
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What I've Done For You (Part 1)
PoetryChester couldn't remember his life story after he learns that he is stuck in a train wreck. With the help from a fellow comrade, he slowly begins to remember the constant heart smashing things that have happened in his life and why he even ended up...
