Man Down

BAM, I shoot him down

Not physically, he didn't make a sound

I smashed his heart with my hands

POW, I shoot him dead

I heard him scream

But that just boosted my head

He was as dead as a doornail

Laying still.

SPLAT, I heard his head

He was as silent as the dead

BOOM, Rest in peace, you’re forever dead to me


 

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