The Gun

Published by: Depth Writer on 2nd Feb 2017 | View all blogs by Depth Writer

Death Valley strikes like a lightning bolt out of control


An ablation of sins shooting across your eyes of hazel clouds


Back in the forest of a brighter moon, the people rummage the land, seeking more than they deserve.


No more is there a balance, barren is thy thought, as you thrive to speak of the 'be gone era' and those consumed by a relic gun.


Bones lay scattered, blue ruins unload, blotting out the dark harness trying to tear us apart.



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