Fire

Fire flash in the night sky

Neon drips from my sores

On my knees in the church

Or in the liquor store

Shot down like a dove

Cut down like the grass

Rotating in space around a

gravitational mass

I struggle to see through these

tired burned eyes

I struggle to breathe

as I try to rationalize

Let's go for a walk down 

that old alley way

Let's talk about war 

and radioactive decay
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