Shoot
Shoot from the hip
The kickoff
The big finish
Can't miss
this time
Pantomime
One black glove
closing 'round
the throat of
humanity-
Insanity,
pretenders all,
we fall
from grace
our faces scarred
and
newly torn
Newly born,
we cry
like infants,
misunderstanding
everything
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