Storms rage across the prairie

Try to beat the lightening to the trees.

Warned not to run too fast

Through the raging of the seas.

Surrounded by the violence around me

But used to it all by now.

Sound the horns and grab the bullets

We are about to find out how.

He may not take the news very well

So we’ll need to fall on our knees.

Beg him to understand our desires

While he ignores my needs.

Took a minute to gather my nerve

Then I grabbed a gun.

This was the first time I’ve ever felt it

Inside, I was done.

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