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Oct 2013
the ground is covered in blood
it soaks it and makes a awful mud
i am surround by the fallen dead comrades, everywhere
the musty smell of bodies in the air

then i see the demon near
my body frozen, but lacking fear
to stupid to feel it i guess
the demon devouring the bodies, and the mess

then it comes for me
when i only want left be
by humans and demons alike
this demon should take a hike

it tortures me
and traps me
making me
re-live, my life

and i hate it for it
Dallas Allen
Written by
Dallas Allen  America
(America)   
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   ---, Francisco DH and Abby Johnson
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