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The shine
The angst comes with a grip...
Strapping to the shaft of my silver gun
It shines on my runs
I like to eat when I kill
Because killing isn't fun
Just like when swimming underwater satisfies the sun
Coming up again gives ya the bump
Seeing the daylight once again-
Feeling that heat like a mexican
When thinking of blessings and-
The rest of the world
In a big bubble with smoke and glitter
The regular people have splinters
They are livers
But need help
Because the first world acts bitter
It never shows how much fitter-
Anybody could be if bid come ta hither
If one were to become prisoner
And needed time
Like listeners...
The the smallest of us all
Hearing the most
And breathing the boast
Coming again and again
Needing nothing but stories of kin
People they love being here for them
And so can be you
Just don't ever say shoe
And they will hear you
-Jump up and do
Because the rest of the world says wait to chose
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