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Explosion
For the fire stings and burns As the fires flame toss and turns For wince you hear the big bang A once proud man is left to hang On a limb to fall and die All goes black, no ground, no sky You wish to see the one true thing And give the persons wedding ring The pain you felt a bullet wound And now you think your life is ruined You see the lights cross your face You see a flashback smashing mace On that last breath you make a wish And hear it comes the awful hiss You cry and beg and plead and wine Then at last you saw a sign And herd a screech of flat line tone In real life you give a groan The Doctor says you’ve gone and pass He jumped but to feel the grasp Of an almost dead, cold hand He stares at you and you look back He quickly un-zipped the body sack To yell to all that he pulled it off He back to life and give a cough The dead mans stare gives him chills For he knew of his final fill He did not want this man to suffer As he noticed that life if rougher So he pulled the gun from his holster And blew his brain across the poster He dropped his gun and sat to cry And he looked in daze at the great blue sky He ask forgiveness and then it came That he is in heavens hall of fame For he let that man pass away For on that day that god did say “You set this man from his prison And now I have for you one last mission.” For he never knew what was to do, For his voice was not but a coo, For now I leave this up to you, And finish this poem in your time due.
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