Once upon a time
in a Godforsaken place
not far away
lived a man
he spat upon his neighbors
beckoned rainy days
the one who laughed
when someone passed away.
He ambles
silent
down a trodden path
of cobblestone
stumbles and fires
a loaded gun.
Now on a bridge
between sparkling waters
he throws
people
like falling rocks
to their deaths
and with each
resounding ripple
fades reality.
He finds himself transfixed
into a hall of mirrors
and seeks out his enemy
he finds him magnified many times
and then looking to God he fires
and as the glass shatters
so does he.
Moral: Glasses to glasses and dust to dust
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