Blood Bath Poem by Abby Rose

Blood Bath



The laugh at death
While i sit and fret
So why does it make me sick
Just to take a peek
At the blood bath around me
At the myths that form.

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in class on day we were talking about the man who got his face ate off and every one laughed but i didnt because i was upset you could laugh about that
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