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May 2017
The cross is lined up.
You need to take a shot.
This is the moment,
So muster up.
Everything's dies.
We're all
In the crosshairs of
Times gun.
Death waits till
they pull the trigger.
It doesn't matter when,
Now or tomorrow.
Time and death
Will hunt you down.
Written by
   Ryan Holden
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