you’re lost in the woods of fear
the paths inside splinter your skies
like a thunder
you look at your hands
they stink of victories
that will never be forgotten
can you hear the greyhounds
sniffing your footsteps?
can you smell the gun powder
in your soul?
take this bullet
and place it in the barrel
of your silence
now put your index
on the trigger
let the hunt begin
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