Sad thought running through my mind,
which makes him weep painfully & think of all the bad
He holds his rifle tight with it tied to his hands
His dry tounge hanging, his jaw aching in pain waiting for a spark of water
He is alone in search of something, but doesnt realize it
not knowing what is coming next
He can't speak
He can be hurt
blood dripping from his jacket
He enters life
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