Death 1

death 2 19113

One can hear his footstep
loud and clear
in turbulent lands
shattered by gunshots
one can feel his breath
inhale his body odour
in the pungent smell
of gunpowder and blood
one can hear his voice
in screams of agony and pain
loud and clear.

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