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Last Lament

"The cost of freedom - The Ultimate Price"

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When I was young I used to have so much fun
Not knowing what part I would have in life's play
Happiness is gone. . .I now carry a gun
And my thoughts settle about me, like ashes in wet clay

I saw John, today, catch a bullet and die
He was married, and I think he had a kid
Hope they can find time to stop awhile to cry,
. . .and remember all of the good things he did

John died today, and tomorrow I may die
Or did I die last week? Did I ever live?
Is this nightmare, some kind of vicious lie?
Just how much of ME do THEY want me to give?

I have met the test! Now I will get some rest
I feel the pain, the bullet entered my chest.

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Written by OldTexasWriter
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