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Not human, animal
Not man, beast
Not civilized, wild
Broken
Blows fall
A glance from him to me
Silence pierces the night
Broken
A jarring toll
I feel it in my bones
Filled with terror
Broken
Heart exploding
My legs betray me
Panic ensues
Broken
Wild cries
Shots fired
Falling
Broken
Clawing, tearing
Animal instinct
Into the fire
Broken
Decaying flesh
Sinking to the ground
Not men at all
Broken
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