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Canvas Dreams Of Tomorrow

          
        
         
Face to barrel of her 9mm pistol          
He started to ramble rolling rhetoric          
The heart chanting mantras of...          
         
"May we not aim to change the men          
Let us kill, to save the men          
         
Charges are hereby dropped          
you are assigned to full duty immediately          
- the task is this...        
Leave the streets with one less dead-body            
we do or we die, and that's the life!              
-Thank you for taking the time on me.
"      
         
The essence of his life was sold          
in the reflection of her Ray Bans          
- the silver watch strap on her arm          
yet he still sees his encore in          
the shiny brass shell          
         
As her majestic voice echoes        
"Go to fucking hell"          
         
         
         
 
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published | Edited 12th Apr 2022
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