and lower to the ground
The fog sets in
as the wind howls
ready to venture into the unknown
Step Off
to a deathly glow
follow from a far
Darkness provides cover
moving through the trees
the bushes rustle
Rain falls from the sky
lightning and thunder give me a high
this is when bullets fly
Crackle and hiss above my head
Part of me is already dead
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