Next Thing You Know You'Re Dead
10/26/17
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Either was us or them
Was poor way back when
Mess up and wind up with a bad batch of corn bread
Or a horse head in bed
A sign on the store said
"Another day closer toward the end
Next thing you know you're dead"
A storm ahead
At times the sky above the shores red
Countries and people involved in war again
She told me she wanted to be more than friends
Deposits of ores, worked on then locked behind glass doors as gems
Experienced scorn and dread
Brand new shoes or soles with worn treads
Another lifeform torn to shreds
All across the floor it bled
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