.:Place Your Ears Where We Can Feed 'Em, Do It Now:.

 
coming & going
his way

still ramming & ranting but

nothing to say

knowing upon arrival
they wouldn’t
play

the clash; him
looking for the muzzle flash
odds against him

dead to NO rights; they
got ‘em  

right alongside, “HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE ‘EM”

yet, there’s not one who’ll believe ‘em

that sound
not the
first nor the second but

inna second

full clip
into the 3’rd

unique was “the almost” clarity he heard
so absurd

that lowering of THE BOOM

the very definition of
eliminating his
gloom

hard to mimic...or to explain
the distinct way in which
it rang  

from room
to room
to

tomb

see they had given up on him.. long time ago
but they came anyway
seemingly in
slo-mo

he had to go

knowing
not all emotions are exact
some are just
un-adjusted mental issues; along
with a snack

these hacks
our best guess?
writing what they felt as facts

deeds done without fear
where the last & only sound

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.
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same hacks,  “ALL CLEAR"