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The spot you see it all.
The locus, with the right elevation.
Hidden, in the right vegetation.
Away, from any detection.

The view is strategic.
Targets unaware, roaming.
The moment is nearing.
Nothing escapes your sight,
Save for the blinking of an eye.

The rifle is set.
Scope, adjusted.
Wind bearing, calculated.
Heartbeat, decelerated.

Breath, bated.
Muzzle, pressed.
Down, goes the target. . .
Sadness.
Hollow; emptiness.
So much sorrow and bitterness.

The floodgates are open.
The tears are falling.
So much that your eyes are hurting.
So much, you feel some drops on your feet.

But this isn't the end of the journey.
Your story is still being written.
There are many chapters left to fill.
May the pages to come, bring a smile to your lips.
The sky is weeping.
As the burning star retreats.
To give us some reprieve.
At the Lord's calling.

The sky is weeping.
Tears, sour and rancid.
That were once pure and sweet.
Because we refused to hear nature's calling.

The sun is angry.
The poles are splitting.
The cold is building; waiting,
To freeze the waters that are boiling.

We were warned,
But we didn't listen.
Stubborn, refusing to take action.
But nature is done talking.

Done, warning lesser beings.
For the doom once foretold,
Is at the shores of reality.
I only hope, its not too late,
To do anything.
Impact. . .

Glass, shattered.
Pain, searing all over.
A moment to gather your thoughts.
You touch the place that most hurts.
Red liquid all over your hands.

You try to get out of the car.
Powerless, as the lock holds strong.
What's that? Something's smelling.
Oh God, no it can't be.

You start to panic.
Trying with all you have;
To open the door.
But it just won't respond.

Tears start to trickle down.
Out of ideas, no plan.
One last effort.
Maybe you can get the door
To finally answer.

But deep down, you know
That the battle is lost.
You say your last prayers,
As you wait for a spark. . .
We touch.
My heart stops.
You come close,
My breath hits a pause.

You taunt, You tease.
The space between us shortens.
We kiss;
Sweet, The taste of your lips.

You nibble, You pinch.
The tension is building up.
The pace quickens,
Frantic, as our clothes come off.

You take the reigns,
Slithering your way on top.

You part the way,
Guiding me in,
My body quivering.

With every ******,
You speed up,
Gently.
Your body gliding along.
Stroking, swiftly.
Moaning,
With every motion.

Sweat dripping,
Every breath; fast, short.
The wind seems to stop.
As if taking a moment to watch.

A few yards left to run;
Our bodies respond,
The tempo picking up.
God, Oh God.
The Deity you start to call.

You grip my body,
Your nails digging into my skin.
For dear life, you hold on.
Squeezing tighter, as the moment comes.

We push our limits,
Hanging on for a little more.
We go deeper,
Our bodies quaking,
Shuddering.

Waves of euphoria crashing.
An explosion of Ecstasy.
All the hard work and effort,
Gone. In a few seconds. . .
They're laughing at us,
They think we're weird.
We pay them no mind,
Because all they do is stare.

When we are together,
Every other thing disappears.
Cause all that matters,
Is that I'm with you in the end.
Why can’t we separate a human from a bad thing?.
Why must we judge everyone by their rap sheet?
Why can’t a man just be who he is,
And not what he did?

Aren’t we all allowed our mistakes?
The occasional misstep?
The errors we could do naught to prevent?
A fault here, a trip there?
Isn't that what makes us human in the end?

Aren't we allowed second takes?
Second chances, to start all over again?
The 'only' constant thing in life is change.
So, why can't we just give ourselves a ******* break?
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