Bullets fly and I cry.
The sounds of death.
Metal monsters crawl across open fields.
Taking lives and crushing dreams.
Steel dragons spit fire from the sky.
Raining death upon us.
All the sounds blend together into constant drone.
Screaming, moaning, yelling, and a faint sadistic laughter.
The tears run down my cheeks as my silent protest to the bullets.
My own bullets don't fire.
The buildings crumble as they are set ablaze.
Some burn away slowly, some leave nothing more than a gaping hole.
A bullet hits.
I cry new tears.
Tears of pain pour from my body.
Staining the ground.
I cry but no one can see.
I lay down and no one asks.
My vision blurs darkness and my thoughts.
I can't cry anymore.
I have shed my last tears.
and the last one for today
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