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Death and monotony ruled again. Long after the smell remained, Matted hair and congealed blood, Washed away groundwards into tiny rivulets. Quiet were the killers, subdued, And the blood mingled with mud; The bloodstains on the bushes yield to seeping showers and in their convalescent state, are associated with the evil. Nerves that steeled those men to slaughter Crumble now. Why? Whispers the valley, Why? M.Westlake 3B |
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