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(created 2016-04-04 13:00):
Here is my entry for Judas' Scary Skin Contest :3
" I slowly pushed my finger through the soil..
First my hand, Arm, Head.. Until i was fully out. I gazed with my half eyed face upon the distant meadows full of Poppies. Just like the ones i picked 30 years ago and placed into my hair. At least thats still there.
The zephyr was gentle that day, on December the eight of the year 1918, The kids still had to go to school so as usual. I took the path beside the lank and off i went.. Only to be surprised by a bullet to the face and legs. So i slumped down and drowned in a pool of my own blood...
Nowadays i stroll past the gravestones here on Flanders fields, I tried knocking on each one a couple of times to see if anyone else is awake but it seems they're off at Heaven. After all, Their in their own graves.. They put me in the wrong one, careless mistake or purposely. Doesn't matter. I'll just wait till the rest of my flesh has rotten away and sun burnt through my bones.. "