Crumbling to the ground.
As the loud banging sound.
Becomes more and more distant.
As the sprit becomes insistent.
To fly away free.
To run from all the stress to turn to flee.
Before the shot that took the life.
Stress, depression, work and strife.
That's all the things that they took in.
Those are the things that they took with them.
Took them up with their soul.
Their corpse will be laid in a hole.
Cries of misunderstanding form their folks.
Buried under the old oak.
Tears come from different eyes.
It was all a misunderstanding is what they realized.
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