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Staring at the muzzle of the gun
I think to myself
What did I do wrong?
The prayers, the book, the prophet, the angel
I had it all
Yet, here I stand
At the whim of a madman
Stripped of everything I call life
Stripped even of a death with dignity
Waiting in unspeakable agony
For sound of betrayal to mark my death
About the moment when you realize the pace with which life slips through your fingers.
20104 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on August 08, 2015
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