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I'm a simple guy with simple needs.... SO I DECIDED THAT I NEEDED TO WRITE A POEM ABOUT CHLORINE GAS!!!!! =D


As it drifts we feel it
As it drifts we fear it
A psychological feeling one can’t fake
An inevitable blanket one can’t escape

Rolling and tossing and turning burning
Once again our organs start the churning
Our lungs are filling with horrid acid
blood pools deep, mucus rancid

A cloud of pain floating towards
Death following, nothing can ward
Screaming from one side, laughing from the other
Arrogant cowards hiding in cover

Your comrades are dead, moral low
Blood stained lips is all you can show
You didn’t think it could happen
…not that fast
You deny the inevitability
The inevitability..
Of the chlorine gas


yep