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Once More
By : Thomas
As I felt the crumble of the ground,
Bam! shots fired!
Cannon shells from the sky,
It only took me seconds to
realized I was paralyzed
All I heard were screams of pain
and gunfire,
Just wishing I could see my family
once more.
The smell of nature only frightens me.
But only if I could see again
I knew the soldiers and I
would taste
victory.
The Fire By: Silas
The wafting, rotten scent of Death
And the gory sight of mangled limbs
Was nothing
Compared to the burning hatred
All around me
An inferno, that sears not the skin
But the soul.
Loss and destruction only
Rekindles the burning Flame
But instead of ash
I smell blood
The remains of what stands
In The Fire’s way
The screams are piercing
As searing hot as The Flame
Otherworldly
As if they are already dead.
The nurses tell me they are alive
But Death has their spirits.
Violence doesn’t extinguish
But resurrects, like a phoenix,
Risen from the ashes
Feasting on pain and suffering
I see it all of this
As I plummet to the ground
Momentarily, all that pain
Manifests in the deepest pit in my soul
The vessel that the pain inhabits
Is none other than a musket ball.
For a second I’m falling, screaming
The next I’m floating, the fire extinguished from my soul
going to meet Grandfather
Once again.
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