The Will of the Bullet

The Will of the Bullet

The Bullet
in you

Takes you
far

Where you
goad and
hog

The goats
and the
deers

Then the
journey back

With the
troads

Into the
hands of
Death

Where you
are etched
out

Into the
hole of
flowers valley

All the
smiles

And the
joy fake

Guided by
the machine
called Auto

You close
the final
door

On you
and your
Will

Caution: This might be all theory

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