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Thursday, August 11, 2005


poem
Mascure
blood flying everywhere
mascure
the dead are all around
mascure
did i do all this
mascure
I canstill hear the screams
mascure
thier blood is on my hands
mascure
there are still people begging
mascure
I smile as blood sprays
mascure
I am cold inside
mascure
I laugh as they die

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