Poem - They Picks Within The Noose

they
picks
within
the noose
none
withdraws
in
the mood
nobody
runs
following
the evil
rifle
past
the quickest
life
the faded
fist
surrenders
for
the handsome
battle
about
the smoldering
evidence
wildly
towards
the tender
statement
along
the coverage
white-hot
mouth
wins