.40 Calibers

I left the bristling circle of wunderkind
Ominous councilors of the age
Harbingers of the end of things
But you continued

Now there are .40 Caliber holes in my wall, deputies and cameras and evidence

I have watched you choose your path
I see you on your road well traveled
Infamy paves it
Sorrow’s the way of it

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