Wounded March V2
- 15 Apr 2018
Thus she throws an arsenal of bullets into my chest.
But I do not weep at such humongous pain.
I stand tall bleeding from my wounds.
Marching towards her tower of pine.
Carrying the righteous torch.
To send her into the ash.
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