Hostile Move
Right foot forward, left foot backFingers drumming their belts
Two nervous men playing it cool
Both trying to bluff the other
Three pounds of metal
Strapped to their legs
Not so ready to kill
Over pride and honor
But since neither will quit
They inch ever closer
Into the range of the bullets
One of them must die
Who will cease to exist?
Only God knows for sure
Suddenly two shots ring out
Smoke fills the air and..............
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