Target
You, a glaring red dot sits on the center of my radar.
ignorant of the crosshairs that dance all over your vulnerable being...
unable to see the lasers fixed on your head...
unable to see past yourself...
you dodged, you crept, you ran, you hid,
you cowered and sweated
like a rat in a canyon
and all of a sudden
you think you're God.
well, news flash:
you're just a red dot on my radar, aimlessly rushing nowhere...
The only way that fact will get through your head is this bullet.
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