The father is crazed. He witnessed a captain shoot his son in the back.... The back. The boy was unarmed. The boy only tried to be a hero. The boy wanted to make his father happy.
The boy dies in his father's arms. The boy's blood soaks his father's shirt. The father's grip on the boy's bloodstained shirt is white-knuckled. The father's blue eyes blaze with a new fire.
He must kill the captain.
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Poetry Book 2
Poesíajust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
