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Of Rocks and Hard Places
written by Tessin07:45 PM 4/2/05It stops here, down to the wire,
Raise your rifle, aim, and fire.
Line it up.
Take your shot.
Knock them down.
Make them rot.
Stop this second dark age now,
Ill hold your hand, and show you how.
Wipe your eyes.
Your visions' dark.
Hold it steady.
Find your mark.
We have no time to spare.
Let them see, your anger bare.
Pull it tight.
Let lead fly.
We will fight,
until we die.
You reload, I'll hold them back.
We'll drive them away, and then attack.
You and me,
take the shot.
You and me,
how we've fought.
Till the end, we'll make it through.
Time we'll spend, me and you..
They last forever,
but we'll bleed
here together
for our deeds.
Show them our rage,
their souls will bend.
We'll open our cage,
to a glorious end. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by The Black Halo (4-2-2005 - 07:50 PM)
| 18 of your glorious poems, all in a row.
I like your stuff, reminds me of Ty's. |
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