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bone garden

Wandering around  Insanitys grounds
I see the flesh and it smells fresh
Swollen bellies and bloated pieces
frozen horrid look on what remains of there face
Mangled shadows are sculling around
Beware of the mad ones they will skin you alive
And if the others see an organ that’s working well
They’ll try to dig it out and go for self  
I see the bodys hanging from the trees
But there not dieing there only crying
The land is a bloody mess
Time dose not exist in this place
The air bleeds darkness  
But flames brighten the butchers way
The sickening chop and
The shortly lived screams of the new arrivals
I don’t breath I cant dream
But I stare up to see heaven
It seems so far away
When death is sitting at the edge of his pit
Warming his feet by the fire
Grinning like a lunatic and
Laughting like a child at play  
Admiring his bone garden and shrapnel
Written by cemeterygirl (Foxx)
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