it had begun
I heard the clash of metal the screams of death.
my friends were starting without me.
I couldn't find my shoes, oh my God
there were so many, a mountain of shoes
I didn't know what to do, but my friends were dying.
were is my weapon.
she asked why aren't you fighting, they need you
I'm trying, none these fit, and I need good traction.
then it's gone, all dark, awake
©cosmicwave
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