The metallic property, it sticks, stains red to my ringing ears
The lights have been cut, the barrel aims so near
Saliva run dry from the screaming of demands, pain tearing through the throat
Hatred, he cried pulling the cold heavy trigger on the very last note
It's all black and white, bittersweet on his tongue are the sound of these lies
His political spout driving the count of those who were meant to die
The twilight heavy on the street of my populated city, whispering so sweet
And yet the stench, rotten smell and the sour bile that rise, the bodies all dead, lying there so neat
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PoetryAngst /äNG(k)st/ noun a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general. informal a feeling of persistent worry about something trivial.
