Guns and bullets (Roses)

The world has stop

For every bullet drop.

Endless cry of a broken spirit echoes,

Until it scream no more.

Desperate tears dried out and

It flows no more.

Anger reverberate, in a series of echoes in the wilderness and

Stopping no more.

Guns and bullets.. roses no more.

Revenge, shaken the peace of the earth and

The cruelty of the world arise.

Blood of innocent victims, marked the cold pavement,

With red blood letters of hopelessness.

Guns and bullets, roses no more.

Violence erupted, towards the road to

Vengeance with no retreat,

Guns and bullets, roses no more.






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