It tasted of death,
last cup of guilt.
The man retched,
bubbles boiled from his nose.
Tears streaked his broken,
acid etched skin.
How had it come to this?
Now it was his ride into oblivion
His wife and child beauty forever
Their slain bodies, his now lifeless corpse
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