He pulls out a gun but up comes the sun
As he heads for the door he is out of C4
They lay in wait but get stuck at the gate
On their way to the bang love takes over the gang
He plans to hit her but is no longer bitter
She plans to steal but considers how she'll feel
We plot deceit but end in defeat
Mockers and mobs dissolve into blobs
Rage pours out red, but by noon he is dead
Hearts once ice cold, like flowers unfold
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