Teeth against teeth
Sqeeling sound tearing
The fleshy wounds are open
White bones sticking out.
Metal falling hot
Howling down to earth
Welcoming with screems
The creeping death is near.
Hands dragging hands
Covered in smoking blood
Still warm in the cold day
The smoke turns into red dew.
Sweath pouring down
The throat drowning within
The last breath fighting
Open mouth to breath once more.
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