Death Counts Down

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Four men travel together
Quiet in their stride
A knife is drawn, one man falls,
The others turn to hide.

Three men lie in waiting
Breathing low and deep
A noose is hung, one man chokes
The others, quiet, retreat

Two men run for cover
Panic shares each face
The shot goes off, one's breathing stops
The last one keeps his pace

One man walks alone
Hatred in his eyes
The knife is drawn, one man's gone
Another's turn to die





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