With a gun to your head
You're screaming
Please don't kill me
I want to live
But I feel no remorse
for your cries
I revell in the noise
Your sounds of terror
I am judgement
I am the one who decides
You fear the coming end
Tested through torture
You choose your fate
You're weak and useless
You cower and run
You have no honour
or respect for yourself
No courage
No pride
That's why you're going to die
Thumb pulls back the hammer
Sweat and tears
run down your face
You beg and plead
You're just disgusting me more
The click of the trigger
Was deafened by the bang
Only in death are you silent
As your brains spill on to the wall
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