It takes only a gun, a bullet, a thud,
To paint the walls with blood.
It takes one man's inner dark,
To extinguish life's frail spark.
It takes one simple, joyful night,
And smothers it with fright,
It takes only one act of hate,
To desecrate and devastate.
It takes one to call Death's shade,
(So afraid, we're so afraid)
And he takes away fifty souls,
Then silently away Death stole.
It takes one.
It takes one to destroy so many.
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PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
