Sunday, October third. 6PM rain
I was ordered to execute seven prisioners
Lined up, blindfolded and chained to a stake in a field
It seemed as if my bullets couldn't reach them
Instead the seven grinned and seven horrible visions of war
One by one, captured my soul
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