pistol barrel spends around
he hits the wall, and then slides to the ground
Blood trickles on his hands
The murders, the officers; answers they demanded
But the fallen man never heard these sounds
His eyes look up at the faces of shock
smiles with a bittersweet grin
He has lost, but still they never truly win
Tears flow from eyes, barrel of the gun locks
He stole and he fed his child for a day
he revolted for good
but still they punish, this never quite understood
and now he decays
No more dreams or thoughts of god
For it was the end of loss and bareness
It’s a cycle, this just another period in time
he sleeps now forevermore, with a beautiful smile
How sad though the way he met his bliss
soldiers look on with jealously
for they must continue on in the land of melancholy

 
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