Breathing Bells
Church bells tolling through the night
One man bleeding out of sight
No one heard the shots ring out
First, second, third; not a single shout
Innocent blood spilled on holy ground
The sky is filled with only a shroud
God's so close, yet so far away
For this man He chose to take today
The bells toll again; it is now midnight
The man counts ten, then breathes his final goodnight
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