Bullets From Heaven
Bullets, they do rain
Down from the heavens
Have no doubt
Their fallen, engraven
With your name
Sprawled
Across the casing
Spent shells
Hit the ground
Ring out
Bells in repentence
Teflon coated
Words of forgiveness
Piercing the heart
Of those less dead
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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