Blood Red
Bullets flying and thousands
dying, this is truly terrifying.
Through a blood red angry
mist. Most are no more, shot
down to a blood red soaked
floor. Some are missed yet
engulfed in the aftermath. An
abyss of death, truly blood red
wishing they too were dead.
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