The Front

May 25, 2022

Eins

Zvei

Drei

I watch as bullets fly

Vier

Fünf

Sechs

The Bullets make bloody necks

Sieben

Acht

Neun

A body filled and dangerous line

Sehn

Elf

Zwölf

The enemy is like packs of wolf

Dreizehn

Vierzehn

Fünfzehn

How am I still sane?

Sechzehn

Siebzehn

Achtzehn

Is it safe to sleep then?

Zwanzig

I almost feel sick...

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