Martyr

by EMO   Feb 14, 2009


Reach
for the stars.
The enemy
is strong.
But, we
are stronger.
Think
evil.
Kill
evil.
Smell
the rusty smell of
Blood.
Yours?
Theirs?
Does it really matter?
If
They
Are
Dead,
It was worth it
All.

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