Shots fired

The stars falling from the sky

A tear ahead for a lie 

Flowers die 

But winter has yet to come

And there's always something on the run 

No more joy in the job

When you see the destruction it has caused

Your bullet bells ring out 

All with a target but

No reason to harm it

A gun in your hand

A bullet in a man 

You want to move on to something higher

But it doesn't matter

The shots were fired

◄ Shots fired

Sleep paralysis' defence ►

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Hugh

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 03:51

The shots were fired in the dark,
They woke up the morning lark.
She had laid three fine eggs,
"Please don't shoot me ,"she does beg.

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