closertohalo9 - version 11
Earth

#325

The stagnant stench of death and decay
One thousand bodies lie bleeding
One thousand dead this darkest day
One thousand flies need feeding

An acrid aroma of feeble flesh
That's rotting on the ground
It's inescapable this final test
The dead lay all around

The life is gone from little limbs
The young, the old, the dead
While all the time the world it seems
Is trapped inside my head

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