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I will: A poem by Chelsey Kirkland
Nothing but guilt.
Nothing but sorrow.
Arnt those the same somehow?
We have killed many in the incident,
in yet,
we never stopped.
We still kill.
Blood spews everywhere,
from the bodies,
of which they resided.
The color is crimson,
the smell is puetrid.
Why do we kill?
Why do we do this?
Those are questions,
ment to be answered,
but will never.
My master has died.
Why was it him?
He told me to,
kill my friend,
and I didnt listen.
Why didnt I listen?
I always,
always listened,
to my master.
But why not this time?
Seeing his head,
off it's body,
it makes me sad.
So sad,
I want to die.
Die and go,
To where he resideds now.
I want to be with him.
He was the only one who understood,
how I was feeling,
when my brother died.
Sad times Ive gone through.
Only to have my master at my side.
I will get revenge,
for him,
for me,
and for my brother,
I will.
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