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Gun to the Sky

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Fed up with this frustration
Living on a dead end street
I can't abide this rat race life
Brake into my neighbor's
basement shelter at night
Steal his old machine gun
I go deep into the woods
I lift the gun to the sky
I fire round after round
Scream for answers
From President
From God
From parents
From society
From boss
From lovers
From children
From myself
I lift the gun to the sky
Bullets fill the air again
I want to shoot down the
ghost of Amerigo Vespucci
I want open holes in the sky
I want someone to hear me
I need solid advice tonight
Only the wind ever replies
It tells me the one answer
is to make in to tomorrow
Even if I cease to exist
the sun will rise and set
and no amount of trigger
happy retaliation can
ever truly delay progress

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Ooh, I love the raw fervor of this piece! The good news is those who diligently seek the light of truth usually at least find the shadows cast by untruth, even if it's still difficult to tell precisely where the light is coming from. -Soulja4Alethia

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Thanks. I had some venom to flush out that day.

Eric Lawson
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