Death
you crumple to the ground
pain blossoms in your chest
like a poppie blooming
soon it will be the signal of your remembrance
for the color of its petals stains your shirt
you lie there
your vision fading into a haze of grey
your family flashes before your eyes
the last thing you see is them running
the last thing you hear is the cannon go off
boom
your vision fades to darkeness
your dead
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