Julius Glasthal

Rookie (8/26/90 / New Windsor, NY)

The Devil's Game

Black shadow broke the gust,
left nothing but ash and dust.
Moths fly from the debris,
leaving everything behind as they flee.
The bombs fall, raining havoc across the meadows.
Laughing darkness reign over all the fellow,
casualties.
They cry as they bleed out their last breath,
bullet wounds ooze from thier chest.

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