I know now that the darkness outside is filled with tiny insects
But stepping out scares them and they gather together in a ball in the sky
Some call it the moon
And while the seagulls are cryingThe fighter jets scream as they pass
We fall but our souls are flying
Where can we go
Where can we hide
In fact, where are we actually
Is this my country or yours
Or theirs
The gun felt clumsy in his handsMy lips are numb for the most part
Alien
Malignant
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The gun felt heavy in his hands
he knows he couldn't lift it
all the strength was going out of him in waves of searing pain
but the touch of whisky still reaches me
behind all this protection
below all this rubble
And the whisky was flowing..and on a.nother note new photos have been added to :a£@$∞∞÷o foto:
Like never before
As folks just shake their heads
And pour
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