Guns:The Devil's Weapon


Sadness spreads

Tears shed

Hear a mother's cry


Her heart breaks

Only so much she can take

Sounds of


Pierce the night

An angel

Spreads his wings

And takes flight

Was it his time

Is this right

Or just the Devil's evil might



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