It takes the two
Pow pow
Two deafening sounds
Two entry smokey hollow points.
A thousand seconds journey
Dropping dead weight
Cold
Dizzy
Invading Darkness.
Guts filledmouth
Blood filled lungs
And a Scarlet clad tongue.
The Rush of fear
The Wave of guilt
Fadding fear
Just guilts, and more guilt.
It is the end
A spinning bright and quiet sky
Flying high above the earth
As your spirit waits.
Your whole life in playback
The longest minute of your life
Final, the lights out,
Pow pow
Two slugs to the chest.
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