The pen,
Sharp,
impaling
The crash,
Loud,
everlasting
My chest,
Struck by
the innocent weapon
Ambulance
arrive,
Too late
I am,
No longer in
pain
I am dead,
Empty, gone
At peace,
At last,
No longer
waiting the next innocent weapon
Alone,
Not quite,
For one by
one everybody must fall
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