Blood
A river of soldiers’ blood
This is what I see
Bodies
Piles and piles of dead bodies
This is what I smell
Guns
Killing, shooting, firing guns
This is what I hear
Knife
Sharp thin blade piercing my heart knife
This is what I feel
Scars
Long, wide, deep scars
This is what I gain
This is what
These are what
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