Sunday, February 5, 2012

My old friend
Look down the barrel
Tell me what you see
The last thing you focus on.
Before you leave.

Pull the trigger, save us time.
A life lived in hatred is better gone
An insect, on it's knees.
Pray forgiveness
Then just bleed

Cock the hammer
Let it be
Empty the chamber
Set us free

No more drama no more need
The stain erased with one deed
Disappear now from this coil
Embrace your hate in the soil
Embrace the soil

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