Trigger Finger
the time has come
the time I loose it all
it shows everything I have hidden away
all this year's off holding back
I sense a figure against the wall
crawling towards the madness with deep inside
I will not hold back I have kept everything East and West apart
how can this be the choice of my faith
my final breath a gunshot out out of my hands
someone has paid a price
nothing wrong with my choice
I pulled the trigger
my fingers choice
Copyright © Johan Mitchell | Year Posted 2023
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