Wilful Descent
pull the camera back
see more than just one act
does world seem less real
do you no longer feel
how many times can it be done
weapons violence death by gun
your lulled into belief
dulled like glass in the sea
watching willing fully
dim lights
and darkened nights
no more room for growth
blisters and moans
when the bomb tones
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