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PJ's

as i see the ground, the ground,
i wish to escape this nightmare
falling with molten metal, all dead
i land, i stop to take in my view
see turrets, one guard, the end.

the next day i meet with the group,
sweet, blood, hatred cover me,
they see death on my uniform,
fear in my face, hatred in my eyes,
but not the knowing of what i did.

i head home, the nightmares fill me
i see dead faces in the dark,
no one knows me any more, no more,
they see an old, crushed man,
I'm a crushed parajumper, bloodied.





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