

killing fieldsI woke up to a plain of cold all around me.killing fields
And a million souls of the dead I could smell.
Some sour, some bitter, but none were appealing at all, None could be give a sweet description at all.
My eyes crept to my feet to see vines wrapped around my ankles, Like being frozen in concrete... I could not move..... I didn't even feel the want to.
The blood moon rose out of inky nothingness, The blood in my veins coursed painfully, Like acid, Like fire, Razor blades lined every cell.
My heart beat irregular, Sometimes racing like
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