Gray security encircles

No black and white

Right and wrong

Are not defined


Hues and tones

Make up the world

Nothing set in stone

As the rotation continues


Flying bullet

Isn’t evil nor good

Could save or kill

Depends on the shooter


Life isn’t fair

It’s coldly bitter

Nothing but a sea of graves

Waves take us under

-Kel Dayheart

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