Playtime
As God leads his lambs home.
I lead you to the slaughter.
His way is natural.
Mine is straight up murder.
No lie about it.
I'm the best their is, you haven't caught me yet.
Now the bodies will rise.
And the sadness will grow.
Whores and bastards, I'll cut them just as deep.
Just as deep as I will you.
Once you've crossed my path, you'll see light
nevermore.
Now their is nothing more to say.
I have to get ready to go out and play.
Shawn Gardner 03/31/'12
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