~Gunpowder an Glory~
it was a peaceful place the most ya ever got was a fat lip a bike stole or an egg at the house. Clear rock goes up in smoke as reality delves into clustered haze. Where ego's soar on mindless flight as the trigger rests in full squeeze tight. At the end of the steel fell out of sight. Gunpowder an Glory stilled the night, another life fallen another life fight's~
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:it used to be so quiet around here an the past couple of months it's been crazy with murders. Remembering the fallen.