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Mud

They want blood so they will have it
Even the women fight.

The rain turns everything to mud.
They bleed for mud, for mud is all they have.

When they burn they weep into the ashes
And become the mud for which they die.

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About Bika

Bika is a temperamental geek and writer, living in a Portland orbit.

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