The battered cry

It was heard along the shoreline

chatting biting songs

revels all along the beach

succumbing to the throng,

battle on they buried blood

seeping deep within the earth

innocence had no bearing there

tainted from their birth,

regret rang out its stinging bell

but the cry was far too late

and all the feasting worms

grew at an alarming rate,

empty was the new revere

and all had it on their tongue

days of no one living

but the bitterness of the rung.

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