Caught In The Mills

As the winds blow from here to there
The blades follow and rotate
I stand in their path and they whoosh past me
I am scared and terrified as they threaten me
Yet I cant find the will to move
Their blades cut through me
Tear me, torture me.
I scream, I shout
I am caught in the onslaught
The mills go as far as I can see
The blades standing out
The wind feeding them speed
I cut, They slash through me
Blood gushes out like rivers from me
I feel the pain, the sensations leaving me
As I run through the mills
The blades cutting through me
The winds feeding their bloodlust
Giving them speed.

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