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AWOL
Words fly through the air
Missing ears
Leaving a ringing sound for hours
We hide behind our walls
But still get hit
Because our defences aren't strong enough
Or we peeked out at the wrong time
So we wage war!
Our pens a blazing
The ink bleeds
And we can't erase it
We can not rewrite it
Because we are out of ink.
We find solace in hiding
Or desert our teams
Leaving them in battle
To write their own.
Its all pointless now.
Their words still jotted down like machine gun bullets
While yours are written slowly like magnums
But this will never end on its own.
This war needs to go straight to the guillotine
For all to see.
Because it will never take a pistol to its mind
And pull the trigger.
