a gun goes off;
a stunning sound,
pop! pop! pop!
adrenaline to be found,
pop! pop! pop!
it's like a switch being flipped,
all of the sudden,
there is a burst of anguish
outcry of bodies being burned.
pierce them down like arrows,
finding their targets,
pandemonium and sorrow,
later to be souls departed.
it comes in minutes,
but it feels like an existence,
now we know hell exists
and then there was silence.
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very relevant. i express my deepest condolences for those affected by the event in nyc and of course, vegas.
dedicated to CloudedReign
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THE NOSTALGIA GENERATION [wattys 2018]
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