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....A stinch of blood haunts the moist air.
my eyes peer down the blood stricken stream.
a silent cry for help can be heard down the river,
breaking the short pause of eerie silence.
I look at a once joyful child but cannot bear the essence of hate and sin,
lurking abaft a vacant countenance
my only hope to retrive a minute feel of ardor
but I was only embraced with the cold-hearted feeling of death.
"Farewell, brother"...