Knives for pens and guns for hands,
This is where Death stands
He makes his mark with a swipe of his scythe,
There goes another life
Sadness washes over the city,
What a pity
Lives disappear into the night,
For they lost to Death in a fight
Now they stopped trying,
With angel wings, they're flying
Death has left the city in despair,
For Death, he doesn't care
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Poem was written on April 12th, 2017.
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