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Atomic Gun
written by Khaotic08:05 PM 4/6/05dusted off and abandon left to destroy in the shell but when will it be free
from the gun when will it become fully destroyed why does it stick itself to
the gun before anything might happen i will fly with the gun and find out what
is like to be unreal and fake such a cruel punishment left insane as the god of
grace never gave me a miracle what will kill me my enemies are nothing but flys
when will the mind of our hate are we truely just demented a unsovled mystery
left inside my mind whats left for me to find take the time and bribe my own
soul to believe in the eyes cant say yes until i find the mess change my ways
recreate the days insane laying inside the tourniquet why do you expect of me
is this what you expect of me or is this shit you never seem to end with me can
you ever end up feeling this shit why did you expect me to let all this shit to
pass by me or is it what you try to seed in my brain what the f**k is your
problem why did you try to destroy me secertly you will never take me i have
found out your problems and what you try to blame on me im sorry i cant f**king
help you i will not be a target i will be smarter cause you will your day of
defeat darkened souls awaken to the sound of another death try and torment me
it wont work emotionally crashed into the pill the blood drains from my brain
but my voice doesnt grow witherly i cannot die when they are watching but have
they already forgot about me or just already started to kill me insanely why is
that nothing has changed why does it always seem the same cant become the world
there you see a abanormal look apon me why do they look for the thing i have
not found why will my feelins become drained but can i kill whats trying to end
me will it change the scene or end up more of the same such a unfamiliar scent
the blood becomes more red then red deposited by the hate filled within all of
them but god hasnt changed the world for me nothing has every changed for me it
maybe all the same for me trapped in the design of mankind broken by the ways
of the sheep of evil but nothing every changed me cant be the world never find
the way to stop the hate from rising up in me when will it become the true way
for me or has it already killed me inside there brain nothing means the same |
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