in out
one two three four
in and out.
two two three four.
don't fight
don't scream
don't grab the stick
leave weapons all blunted
and don't give a shit.
there's nothing more to do
be at peace
it's alright.
they'll come chasing violence
let them feed the flame
they'll know too late that they're out of choices
so let them scream your name.
ignore it.
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask π±
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology π«Άπ
AI is not art.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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