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I'm gonna die
by
Frank Blacharczyk
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I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die
gotta gun in my hand, ready
to fight the enemy, the elusive enemy.
Is he over there? Is he over here?
I’m gonna die because I don’t know why,
where the enemy hides.
Shadows dance over there, over here.
Gotta gun in my hands don’t know why
shooting at shadows that don’t stop dancing.
I really don’t hate anybody, though don’t like anybody either.
So why am I here?
The mirror is my enemy, what I see isn’t what I am.
There is no God who entertains, when seeking the enemy who is here, there and
everywhere
but nowhere.
The entertainers sing and dance , here and there
like flames of fires creating a shadowy play,
deceptive against a moonlit wall.
I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die I shoot my gun,
because the shadows dance and I don’t know why.
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