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fair day
written by devil-dick11:18 PM 8/29/04bang goes the gun.
out goes the fun.
bullets rip the air.
flying through the fair.
the crowd, they get shot.
the wounds, small and hot.
the gun fires more and more.
bodies drop to the floor.
the happy day has gone so wrong.
the nightmare lasts so long.
the rides go on, the people dead.
looks like the killer was twisted in the head.
the bodies everywhere, a massacre was born.
blood splattered, flesh ripped and torn.
the only one standing, the man himself.
the gun, from his bedrrom shelf.
now hung empty, in his bloody hand.
the dead scatter the land. |
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any better title?
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