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The gunshots are now somewhat rare
And bloodshed rinsed the fear away,
The smoke dissovled into the air
Unveiled the smoking burned remains.
The lifefless deadly stare of yours
Has pierced the core of my poor soul,
You sat distraught and tired of wars
On improvised crude throne of skulls.
Forgot to upload this piece on DA. An annual skillcheck. Have to say that my art style has changed, not sure if in a good way or not, but yet again, Bersa here.
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