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The memories haunt me The Death, it stays The blood on my hands never go away On my knees they lay Twitching and turning...Waiting for another Another woman, man, child, or cat Anything that will react To the tearing of its flesh on a razor-sharp blade To the sight of where their friends bodies are laid Screaming for someone to come to their aid The one that comes is always me Helping to get the bodies free When that is done the friend looks at me I smile, and give a little chuckle then I say "Its your turn to lay in a heap." © 2010 ;Author's Note
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