Já. Af því ég er emo. Lying, dying, screaming in pain. Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain. Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain, Radical amputation, this is insane. Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest. Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest. Soldier of misfortune Hunting with bated breath. A vile smell, like tasting death. Dead bodies, dying and wounded Litter the city streets Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit. Dying [in] terror, Blood's...
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