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Nov 2010
Like a lead riddled bird, toppling from the highest sky
Falling faster than physics could have predicted
Blood dripping down, abandoning any hope for life
Shot down harder than could have been foreseen
Dropping to the ground with terminal velocity
Left to rot and decay, like an abandoned corpse
No one notices, no words are muttered, no sense of loss
The stinging words are the bullets and they ricochet
Through every orifice, through every *****
Tearing flesh, shattering bone, ripping membranes
Life is stolen, future forsaken yet no one stops to reconsider
There could have been hope, could have been something
But everything was lies, any chance for chance stolen
Shot down with endless pain, yet feeling nothing
Adrenaline numbs everything out, in the final closure
The last few inches coming at 9 meters per second per second
Slamming down onto the hard soil, all vital signs gone
Shot down like an animal, left for dead, neglected.
Liz W
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   John Heitsman
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