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May 2017
Caught in the cross hairs
Of Death's Sights
We are merely bullets
Traveling at the speed of life

A big bang of eternal flight
Endless days, countless nights
A straight shot to the end
A loaded clips of original sin

So get out there and aim to win
Take another shot and shoot again
So many bullets gone astray
Life is a gun at the end of the day
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Traveler Tim
Traveler
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