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