The Underbelly Continuum Steps Out part 1

John Edward Smith Jr.

 If I have to kill this killer
        again I'll scream
  the wasted and rotting landscape
                                            unfurls before me
                                        like smoke
     
I fall slowly 
           flames fly up from me
as I pound my fists
           in time 
     to the siren of drums
                   that manifests itself
           in my mind
          
                            shells grin
                               as they pass by
                        to all sides
                                    I hear so clear
                          thoughts of distand armies
                       fading away
                                        into graves

     the world I once knew
          filtered away
                                  in its wake
                                are the crashing guns



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