Drawn To Their Own Conclusion
Drawn To Their Own Conclusion
Before the grenades were launched
Lobed at the angry crowds
Women gathered bullets in their pockets
Found on the silent street
As they looked down the loaded barrel
About to be emptied into them
A kiss in the night to say good-bye when fired
You could have heard a pin drop when it started
Curses never turn out good
That was no book or toy coming at them
No good comes from violence
What is that in the air
Is it love carried on the wind
Shots ring out in the heat of passion
Heard on every lonely corner
Riots always begin in darkness
In silence like sin festering within
Triggers squeezed
Bullets ring out
Drawn to their own conclusion
Down to the tomb where nothing moves
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