Next In Line Please
Take my guns?
It’s too late
Way too late
I’ve already dipped my head in the well of hell
And sucked the knowledge of devastation
Your attempts to curb my mental masturbation
Have only further fueled my fascination
You should understand
That in murder land
Guns are the turnkey solution for the lazy
Point and pull
click click click
Convenience with a choice of colors for the sick
LOL
So absurd
You naïve turd
Death is overrated, or haven’t you heard?
Everyone is doing it night and day
Risking it all for a lil gun play
Buying another day
With brass and lead
Gotta keep my paranoia well fed
Other wise
I may end up dead
Then where would I be?
In a box
And unable to take you with me
See ya around clown
I gotta go down town
To see the man
With the eternal frown
You know?
Wears a red suit and full of brown
LOL
Eric (and sometimes not)
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