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Running a revolution
written by Genocide Reaper12:04 PM 3/10/05Running a revolution.
Revolvers in hand.
On the run, loaded guns.
Fully understanding why I'm not worshiping the son.
Friction burn from the cunt.
What a fucking night.
Bodies float down river.
It was their day to die, now their lives are over.
as I cock the hammer fess up to your crime.
Finger on the trigger, you don't have much time.
Put up your defenses.
That would be you trying to run through fence's
In fear you retreat.
but its too bad, in a race, a bullet you could never beat.
Shot down from afar.
Like a true coward, that's what happens in war.
Try to get away.
And you do alright.
You see the light.
In death, gasp and take the last breath.
Feel the sting, the burn, the wound from hot lead.
Its in your back, and soon you'll be dead. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Jimmy_Jam (3-10-2005 - 01:38 PM)
| i really like this poem. its realy gd |
by brokenxsmile (3-11-2005 - 04:21 AM)
| wow. I love it. it's awesome:) |
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