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Last day

the sound of death echoes off the wall

as bodies fall.

Are they after you?

Your words circling my head go round and round

as I watch them fall down

How could I believe you were serious

after all,

I knew you were delirious

when will this ringing stop?

Until there’s one last soul to drop?

Whose next?

Are they after you?

One bullet struck me down

you’re the king but where’s your crown?

One bullet, must’ve been a mistake

but how many more do you have to take?

Last day

black and blue

Laid out on a stretcher

-was it really you?

On the last day

we all tried to survive

Am I the only one being carried out alive?