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Act of Life

I was once little like a bird
Thinking I was in a bind with a gun
Shooting innocent birds with a whole life to explore
Loving every moment of their pain
Then a squirrel wanted to pop off to me
Lead went flying while he was crying
It was truly amazing with his blood on my hands
I couldn’t feel more alive
Heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, and
Not a care in the world.
Now i sit in this grave
Rotting with a horrible smell
Worms eating my flesh with no blood flow
Stuck in the afterlife like a zombie
It was the act of life that put my here.
 






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