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Nov 2016
Blood seeps through the walls
From the sky like rain blood falls
Blood fills our heads
Makes all we see turn to red
Is this all we are?
Ghosts of the dead?
When there are children to be fed
We **** and we maim
Without the least bit of disdain
What shame.
Written 26 December 2015
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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