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The lights are out,

and there’s not doubt,

that it’s cold out here.

My heart’s beating with fear,

anticipating when I will fall.

I know I want to able to make that last call.

I’m waiting for fate,

Leading straight into heaven’s gate.

I have no worries, as I feel the chill,

I know they’re out here and ready to kill.

I stand up straight,

hating all the time I have to wait.

I’m a fighter, ready to let it all go,

spreading my knowledge for as far as it will go.



I will give it all, till the end,

all the rules I will bend.

I associate myself with the street,

I’m still a bit unsteady on my feet.

I don’t know if it’s just the breeze,

or just another tease.

It’s so lonely out here,

but there’s no time to shed a tear.

I’ve chosen my fate,

to turn back now, would be too late.

If I win,

we’ll talk about it over a bottle of gin.

If ever the whisper’s of heroism are carried on,

I’ll be long gone.

Maybe I’m the chosen one,

doing better than other’s have done.

Maybe I won’t even make it tonight,

but I’m here and as God is witness, I’ll put up a fight.

But then again, I’m just here on my usual mission,

allowing everyone else, to make their transition.



It’s me, a cop on duty