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Battle Field, Continued

I came out

Blood oozed

No doubt of that

And weak

from the blows

I had taken

I picked up a sword

The word was out

He is in slaying mood

Lets watch

I carved and cut

And from where I stood

many lay dead

I could smell the death

With each breath I took

Don’t look away now

What else we can unearth

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