Murder

I see him laying there in the mud,

His arm reaching out for help,

Blood flowing from his mouth,

He is slowly dieing before  my eyes,

I feel my eyes water and a tear wets my cheek,

I imagine his wasted life given for this war,

I imagine his family,

I suddenly feel terrible,

Full of sorrow,

I never knew this pain existed,

I never knew I could kill...

The End

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