Lyrics:
So what you got
One last shot
It seems to me
That you're not needed
Come on
It's killing me let's see
You got the gall
Come take it all
Word Count: 947

Words: 272.
Prompt: Above all things, never be afraid. The enemy who forces you to retreat is himself afraid of you at that very moment. - Andre Maurois (1885 - 1967)
For: themuseswithin

( why black, gabriel? )
Prompt : Black.
Prompt from: themuseswithin
Words: 398.