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Temporary Death

I’ve set my right hand on the fault line
But who is there to hold the rest
Million tremors coming for you
And I can’t help you stand the test

Give power now unto my left hand
It upon the trigger rests
One bullet left to stop the quaking
One bullet saves you from certain death

I aim and fire towards love forgotten
I kill you now to prevent your pain
You’ll die tonight in hate and darkness
Yet wake tomorrow in calming rain

So hate me now until forever
Just know I cared until the end
Hate me, breathe me out like fire
But just know these scars will mend 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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