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Poison fills the air like a nothing I see before me making clouds of gritty smoke. The only thing stopping me from choking is the bubble around my face. I look through the window the faces of the dead staring back; glaring. I shake my eyes of their agonising gaze and concentrate on my own. The floor now flooded the poison reaching the bottoms of the wide-open windows making me watch my loved ones melt into the acid as it burns through their skin as the pain shudders through their eyes. Now the poisons holding my head making me watch as their agony screams echo through the darkness they are so powerful they make the owner of the ears they scratch blind and though I cant see I can still watch their tears as they twist in my mind like a climbing rose making me my own crown of thorns. |
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