by Jared Cantrell

Created on: September 14, 2008

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We duck for cover
behind our rubble.
Lead rains horizontally.
When we stand
it touches our hearts.
When we meet him
We will kiss God's face.
It is your turn
then it is mine.
You will learn to hate me
and I will end up in pieces.
No more talking.
Violence solves everything.
We need bigger guns.
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