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Does Metal Bleed?
On nights that I can't sleep,
I say sufficient prayers for a week.
And out will leak the truth.
And out will choirs stir me
From my sheets
And into Judgment.
Dead center,
The next man waits
Amidst the gunmen,
Aimed and armed.
They will disperse bullets of Love,
Firing at his worst
To see if it can pierce the pawn.
And I'm up next...
