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Aug 2014
I live for the cut and ****** of battle
I dance to the rhythm of violent death
I listen for the gasping, moaning rattle
Of the fallen man's last, desperate breath

My veins run hot with warrior's blood
My sword sings out the song of war
The foe breaks over me like a flood
How could I ever ask for more?

For when I ****, I feel alive
The death I bring makes my heart beat
Taking a life is what makes me thrive
When covered in blood I feel complete
Josiah Wilson
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Josiah Wilson  Indiana
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