Bullets

Bullets

Like raindrops made of lead

Filling you with dread

I’d rather be anywhere else instead


Guns

What a terrible terrible sound

One that quakes and shakes the ground

Leaving dead bodies all around


Cannons

With giant balls of flames

The outcome is always the same

The fire driving men insane


Bullets

Like raindrops from the sky

Received with arms open wide

Its time to do or to die



The Icognito Writer

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