Fill in the blanks

shots
guts
The bullets came straight from bots

chain
sugarcane
nobody misses the line of pain.

stars
cars
do not mix the wishing bars

tomb
womb
gold crowns will fit the gnome.

dark
spark
will light you on your mark

light
sight
enough are roses for the night.

veneration
absolution
are for those dead of rejuvenation.

Lazarus
Abacus
death is surely meant for us.

eight
late
don’t be sure everyone is straight.

blank
tank
beds are for boats that sank.

Ruddapoet