The End Poem by Casey Stewart
The End
I see it coming in my dreams
A smoking gun; red on white
I do not cry, I smile
It is fate by choice, not by God
This was my decision
Love must be protected
Bang Bang Bang
It is my end...
Or is it?
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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5/4/2024 3:52:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very cryptic and dark...that one line love must be protected speaks volumes...nice word choice