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May 2018
Go ‘head and point it at my head
You’re emptier
Than Gods you dread
The ones who show you *******
Who make you watch
The entrails spill
Until the anger
Of such crimes
Against the peace
Within the mind’s
All knowing
All beholden eyes
Before you now
Their body lies
The hero at the end
Is dead
Go ‘head and point it at my head
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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       Edmund black, JL Smith, --- and PoetryJournal
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