Any last words?

Any last words?

Not a single word was made

that morning, at school, at eight

suffocating was the air

the floor was bloody everywhere

 

The smell of burned flesh and skin

mixed with the scent of gasoline

silence and chaos ruled the school

the students thought it was cool

 

Stabbed to death, crucified or starved

teachers’ faces in the wall were carved

no adult was to be found

the school was buried into the ground

 

No one remembered the episode since

no one alive could tell of the lynch’

those who knew went crazy or lied

… were my last words before I fired the gun and died

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