Cowards learn to fear
While Fighters learn to cheer.
Findin thrills in danger
Findin tears amongust pain.
You run from danger
To hide your anger
You flee from cops to get your gun
Come closed to getting shot
You stop
You find
You shoot
You kill
They catch up
They find you
They shoot yoU
They Killed you
You bleed on the ground
Wondering why am I down
Why'd they stopped me
And why'd they shot me
You ran, you fought, you killed, they won.
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What is on my mind...Poems
I write poems for the hell of it. Observe... Quotes are in them too. Whatever I write may not be a poem but who cares.
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