My assailen's pit of fury travels from his heart to mine
In a flash of magma and a hurricane of chemical smoke.
Hit with a boiling sledgehammer,
My chest explodes in a raging pain.
Molten lead burns inside me,
Scorching my vital components as it goes.
The bullet erupts from inside my goosedown jacket,
A carnival of feathers and visceral fluids.
Like confetti, they sprinkle to the ground;
A celebration to my life which has come to a close.
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