MR.apocalypse

has to die

The anchor of the ship
The barrel of the gun 
They are all running 
But they don't know what from
Beating hearts
A rhythm of drums
This is what we have become
A sound wave of silence
A blank round
misfired shot
Can hit the crowd and kill a lot
Whether its on purpose 
Or whether I even try 
To satisfy my lust someone has to die

  • Author: Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2022 11:47
  • Category: Reflection
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