March 11, 2010
By , York, United Kingdom

Naked trees and a crying heaven.
Screams, cries. Gun shots echoing forever.
A fallen tree, a fallen soldier, a lost hope.
A hand missing a body and a body missing a friend.
A familiar explosion, leaving only lips moving. No sound.
A pulled trigger, a thrown grenade.
Anything but passchenate.

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