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Jan 2013
Wrists of red
Eyes of black
All I know
Is steel has my back

It manifests pain
Into something real
As I run my blood
And try to heal

For this thing
That’s gripping me
Is making my life
A ******* misery

Gun to head
Plans all set
β€˜Bout to break
This caps head

Then the bang
As the ravens fly
And roses rain
I'm covered in my shield
Of Death's warm embrace
Nathaniel R Horn
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Nathaniel R Horn  Indianapolis
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