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Finger on the trigger
Escape from the wicked night
thunder roaring through the lightings light
a sudden flash leaves you in total darkness
only thing surrounding you in the mist from the window
as the rain hits the glass
then pure silents as you look for candles
suddenly you feel a cold shiver on the side of your head
Pull the trigger you silently say to yourself
The sound of the weapon cocking and waiting for the loud bang to end it all
Nothing you feel a sign of relief your finger was on the trigger you were in full control...
