The Gunman
Sirens wail as people scream,
Screaming "Not me!" "Not me!"
Shot one, shot two, shot three and four
Was one death not enough and two even more?
Sirens wail even closer now
Cars pull up and feet hit the floor,
The gunman sprints towards the door,
With all weapons drawn, one gun hits the floor,
With one big thud, the gunman is no more.
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