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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