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...

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