"Wherever I walk, blood and bodies follow in my wake. Wherever I speak, my lungs burn people at the stake. They're drawn to me, like moths to a flame. It makes me crazy, it drives me insane."
What do you think?
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Edited by pmbannedIcy: 12/30/2015 7:28:04 PMHere's one: He kneels holding his comrade's hand His brow contorted with pain and anguish His comrade takes his final breath His brow twists with rage, Then dissolves into sadness. Why did it have to be me? Why did I have to be the last one?