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Author: Quill of Copper
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-15-08 - Updated: 04-15-08 - Complete - id:2504548

Bloody Sunday

Movin On

How'd that gun feel in your arms,
hammer flying, spraying alarm.
Metal shooting, clips emptying,
Shoulders stinging, fingers tingling.
Shooting on, shooting more,
ears are ringing forevermore.
Sending souls up above,
Sending bodies, local morgue.
Bloddy hell, spilt about,
no reason, not a doubt.
Shedding blood, spreading guilt,
grieving families, saddened souls.
Metal's touch on all things unfoul,
new life starts, old life gone,
Death's clutch, death's retrieve.



© Copyright 2008 Quill of Copper (FictionPress ID:562932).


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