Its shallow embrace
Haunted by the remnants
Of a former human
Particles lost in the wind
Mixing among the filth
Traces all but lost
The crosshairs of a sniper
Speak to me in a way
That I will never be able
To physically express
With life and death in hand
And the precise Extreme
And the extreme Precise
Can you make the judgement?
Will you silence a soul?
What right do you posses?
How can you justify action?
What makes a man a devil?
What makes a devil a man?
Do you know which is the last breath?
As a shallow exhale
Fills the void
Inhale
Life...
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