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The Killer In Wait
He's been dizzied by the changes through which night and day revolve, His heart's been captured by conflicts nobody dares to resolve. Has looked upon that well lit path which would lead him to the truth, Yet lives amongst the shadows held in a disappearing youth. There are sins within his conscience that he has never denied, And sermons by much younger fools are now harder to abide. The winds of change seem to shift much too fast for aging eyes, Has chained himself to memories on which his life now relies. Has always wondered about love though he's never felt its touch, Can't recall a mother's embrace or a young girl's awkward clutch. There's no one in this old folks home that can understand his pain, And no one here can realize what's coming with tonight's rain. An broken wheelchair by the wall, he sits lifeless in the seat, One shotgun and two forty-fives now lay silent at his feet. At the end of the body count they said they found thirty four, Had he been twenty years more young, might have got a whole lot more.
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