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as the darkness falls there stands two men in a room
theres one gun on the floor in the moonligt of the room
theres no sudden movement as they both clench their hands
it feels like their both standing on a floor made of sand

they die for the gun and they grab it simultaneously
they both have a part of the gun ad they grab it instantaneously
they fight over the gun and its flicked out of their hands
its punches and blows until the last man stands

one man is hit hard and it makes him stumble
the other man is hit hard and it makes him tumble
theres a dive for the gun again but this time he has it
the other man stands face to gun and dosent get it

the trigger is pulled and it sounds like an explosion
the bullet pierces through like rocks and erosion
theres a puddle of blood as the man lays on the floor
the man thats alive yells out pain like a lions roar

he walks to the window ith the gun in his fist
he killed his best friend and now he is pissed
the gun is lifted o his head as he utters his final words
the trigger is pulled and the shot goes unheard

this is the poem of two men, one gun, and no survivors