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Blood Trigger.

Poetry By: ScarfFreak

A spill of blood makes the world go round.

Submitted:Nov 5, 2011    Reads: 45    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Blood Trigger.

Lie There, Fallen,

Everything Around Seem's Broken.

Had A Gun Intended For,
The Time Of War Surrounded Him,
The Vast Army.
Left With One Bullet,
Could Take Out One Out Of The Hundred.
Lift The Gun, Shined Upon The Bright Sun,
And Pointed Towards The Head, A Tear Sheds.
A Sound Of Thunder As He Pulled The Trigger,
A Spill Of Blood.


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