Strings pulled so fine
the melody so farmiliar
its his temple
he bled those rhythms
I walked down that path
Heard the faint calls of his orchestra
born with the string
Half of his soul was music
Then last
Came his favourite
Mastered by his fingers
He rolled it down
"when we were young" by adele
i knew it was a message
as he angled down his music tool
I allowed my tears to flow
We both missed who we were
When we were young.

Standing on the ground of riffles
Raising flags, cheering
Caping down for a beast launch
We watch the end of us being showcased
Best snippers can't  hide their smiles
Hunting  is what they're  born for
My hand was meant for this pen
Theirs for that riffle
The same way I  enjoy inking down my heart
Is the very way they enjoy pulling the trigger
We all have a weapon
They're  born with riffles
We are born with pens
The riffle kills you once
The pen kills you in bits.
We all made a pact
I just chose the pen.