Devistation--Emotion+poetry

Torture seems firery red.

Like A sick drenching of pain over coming you.

I see incredible madness people each and every second.

I hear the screeches of murder among the woods.

I smell the remains of citizens of the.

I feel raging of murder.

I taste the burning of torture in the night.

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