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31 Days In Hell

Mar 23, 2023
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By Niranjana Shyamkumar


Blood in my hands,

Mayhem in my mind.

The city I destroyed,

In front of my eyes.


I have the lust to kill,

When my people are dead.

I turn around to see,

A mountain full of the deceased.



My hands are trembling,

As I come back to my senses.

Tears start falling,

As I see my loved ones dead.

But the devil in me took over me again,

As I found this bloodshed amusing.


I take my sword,

To see more dead.

There's no way to escape,

As this is the only way to survive,

The 31 days in hell.


By Niranjana Shyamkumar



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