He sat there crying
Listening to songs of blood and guts
Telling others he don't "give a fuck"
There he stands being held by gun
Digging his own grave by the barrels of others
But when the gun barrier leaves
He will still there digging until he dies
Falling short like life of hitting his grave
Before his last breath he sees a glimmer
Of his life and who was the killer
The man whispers into his ear
"I am not an angel but I do act as one
Doing what should and you couldn't see
Can you say Doppleganger?"
And off he went upon his ride
Scooting off into the now clear blue skies
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