Slaughtered
By Bryson B
Published 23 August 2022
The trees touch space,
Feet feel cold water,
The experience must be ace,
Argh! He beholds slaughter,
How can it be true
Your swords running me through.
How I wish I was free
What terror is inside me
Published 23 August 2022
The trees touch space,
Feet feel cold water,
The experience must be ace,
Argh! He beholds slaughter,
How can it be true
Your swords running me through.
How I wish I was free
What terror is inside me