Shoot Back Silence
The words spilt
The words of desire
They touched the materials
But could not touch the sky
The sky has love, the words feared
Words dropped down in silence
Words are deaf and dumb
Pointless, sick and tired
The words retuned to their master
Stay alert, said Newton
In law the third
that when words bounce back
they burn you to dirt.
Killed and dead and blood in the bed
A word edit could have helped
Words acted very well
louder than words itself
and as they murd the master
he din't cry over spilt words
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