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DEATH LINGERS.
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War Death Lingers.
That smell of death,
It hides around the corner.
The next fold in the ground,
That hill in the distance.
It mocks you,
Eggs you on.
Laughs at your fears,
Invades your mind.
Death taunts you,
Makes you think irrationally.
Tests your skills,
Hides from your reason.
Beyond your tangible grasp,
Gone in a split second.
But still there,
Always.
Giajl © Jim Love
