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Neon Nothing and His Prisoner. 

Head bowed
beneath the blade.
Dodge, covered
before the blazing bullet.

Kill me, coward.

End me now,
My blood spilled,
it would mean a big neon 

nothing,
nothing. 

If you think you have balls,
let me survive, face
what’s coming.

Battle wounds fuel
me, fatality only sets me back.
Before my tombstone,
breathe no

sigh of relief. I know well
that I shall return.
That we will survive.

For myself
I’ve got to make sure
that you see, that you survive

to suffer, that you will be
my prisoner.

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