Bullet Fields

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Editorial and Opinion  |  House: Booksie Classic
We all see things we do not want to at times. We all feel the sting of betrayal, the burn of envy, and all experience what we deem as unfair. If we don't give in to these temporary blows to the foundations of our strengths all would be better prepared for what is still yet to come. This isn't the matrix, your not going to be able to dodge every bullet, so deal with it.

Submitted: March 25, 2012

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Through fields our steps are watched by those, who pull the trigger meadows glow, with flame the shutter tempt a show, for all who walk for all who grow, the shots which ring are testing fate, each bullet flys a different state, in mind in line with pearly gates, the kind are bound the wicked mate, a bullet field we all will see, we all will feel a shell for free, a doctor absent would agree, the cure inhabits you and me, within us all a kevlar vest, we have protection on our chest, our mind controls what covers best, we all are different from the rest, a hidden thought with which were blessed, to show our hearts or choose to hide, the tears in past left holes so wide, we judge the strange and those who died, believe the words of those who lied, an oddly man was born a boy, just like your dad or brother roy, we are the same sure some annoy, wev all felt pain and all enjoy, our time with loved our time with friends, we get along with what depends, we think will make and help us send, us up in life wont think of when, the ones who struggle with their luck, the ones who just cant get unstuck, remember now were all alike, not all can climb survive the hike, the slope for lots to steep to like, so help a man who lacks a bike.


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