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Those tears of fear flow like a river,

Trickling down her sweet face,

They look so out of place.

Like she lost her soul,

And no more will her soul brun like hot coal.

Her fire has been put out,

And she wants to shout.

She is always here with me no matter where I rome,

For I carry her deep inside of me,

And it feels like shes home.

I am an Orphan,

In a barren wasteland,

A place of war,

A place of death,

But I am alive.

Some how I was spared the pain,

Of hot, Screaming bullets,

Ripping into my brain.

Every where, I see death;

The grim reapers paradise.

In this place of war,

This place of death.

Yes, I am alive,

But one thought, Forever will remain;

That hot, screaming bullets,

Still could rip through my brain.

Darkness finds me,

A fanged monstrosity,

Walking down the midnight path,

Bloodlust, a constant craving,

In a black hole stomach,

Forcing its hand upon me,

Forcing acts of cruelty and pain.

The sun, the gentle sun,

Once friendly and warm,

Now beats upon me with unimaginable pain.

Like a fever, like a fire that burns within me,

As if to blame me,

For all the pain,

I have inflicted on others,

A terrible hafe-life,

For ever and ever,

I pray for dawn.