I hated him for so long
To where, I don’t know, the rifle on the ground
Dead smiles, his father, the battleground
He was the smoke, the tool, the bug
His eyes, our eyes didn’t meet
The devil shook the death in me
Down, down his face and pride
Broken pieces of darkness, the rifle
His music to die on request to my ears
His lips, undeniably blue and out of breath
His face, in death - it hovered – I hated him for so long
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