Member Poem

Bang, Bang goes the sound of my gun,
Bang, Bang with a desolate cost.
Bang, Bang of their feet as they run,
And thump of their bodies, now lost.

A scream for the bodies that fell,
A scream with a hint of despair,
A scream to echoe high hell,
And a shriek for their hollowed out stares.

Ah, shriek passerby,
Crawl into corners and cower in fright,
It's I, the terror of terrors of all,
Its I, who makes their bodies fall.

The click of a trigger at night,
On a warm, lifeless night.
On a quiet, soundless night,
Oh, think of its painful wrong.

The glint of its silver shield,
The glow of its silver shield.
The radiant shine of its silver shield,
is what causes souls to die gone.

The Bang, Bang reaches your ears.
The screaming reaches your ears.
The crying reaches your ears.
- 'Tis just the bullet of my pretty gun.

But lifeless faces haunt your eyes.
And bloods soaks in your eyes.
And terror cloaks both of your eyes.
- Oh, darling, it's best if you'd run.

So Bang, Bang goes the sound of my gun,
Bang, Bang with a desolate cost.
Bang, Bang of your feet as you run
-And Thump of your body, now lost.