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blood filled greaves

a visceral mire

none worth grieving

a vermilion pyre

trudging through both flesh and bone

one by one become one with the loam

send you back to hell with the drub of my hammer

rotted craven

the bloated remains

blood and hatred

washed away in the rain

used up in a useless war

dont care who you're dying for

send you back to hell with the drub of my hammer