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Standing there, sweating;
The feeling of fear wears him down.
But, his mask of calmness is still on.
Drops of sweat drop down his face,
Like rain dropping upon the ground.
Memories run through his head,
Making time go slow for the man.
He slowly closed his eyes.

Ambulance sirens screaming in the background,
Empty bullet shells everywhere;
Smokes coming out from the insides.
There he was with his homie,
Colored in blood mixed with tears.
He carries his lifeless body with effort
And runs away from the bloodbath slaughtering.

Time returns back to normal.
He raises his fists up close to his face,
And then he opened his eyes.
Determination took over his eyes,
Unafraid of risking his life for his lost brother.
His feet rises from the ground,
Running towards his rival gang.
They lifted up their guns at him,
Ready to pull the trigger.

The guns goes berserk on him
While he was charging at them.
He manages to push his fist against their faces,
Despite how many bullets are in his body.
Blood was everywhere;
Empty bullet shells landed on the ground.
His body gave up and fell,
Laying on the ground motionless.
They all look at him in silence,
Before they all walked away.
He was finally with his lost brother,
Fufilling the promise of risking his life for him.