The Devils Laugh
The Devils laugh
It has Its way
This pistol
The iron cold always
Corners of the mouth
Cower to a kool frown
Arm extended straight
That power separate
Once pulled,
Consequences birthed with you
This Tic’s my clock
As gun is heaver it
Facing more in my direction
Seeing the many murders
Holding a doctors sympathy
As strangers talk about the weather
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