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by Rachael Young Dec 16, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Bang there was silence And a scream once more Dead bodys lying Bloody on the floor Crawling across the room Hidden in corruption The murders as a child are like a volcanic eruption I load the gun one more time And get read to shoot A cry of pain All sound is mute A leg missing A Hole in the head A bomb and grenade And the children are dead Please rate or comment =]