Thursday, July 4, 2013

Fast Money


They ran so hard
Hearts pounding like thunder
Chased like beasts
Too late now
None could turn back
It had been done
A breakthrough at last
Victory had her arms open
To receive them warmly
Slowly they had aged
Success had deserted them
Only one thing was left
That was what was done
The hardest way out
A fugitive for life
But the gift of fast money
Was now their safe haven

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