Running around with a gun, Shooting at everyone, What the hell can I say, Its just another normal day. Shooting left, Shooting right, Shoot 'im twice, If they put up a fight. Then drop the bomb, And make it good, Level everything, You know you should. Sure people die, That goes without say, But fuck people die, Either which way. Vent some anger, Relieve some stress, Making everything, A bloody mess. Piont the gun, Aim straight and true, Pull and repeat, Or else it might be you. War is a blast, I'd be good every day, And there are winners, Despite what some say. Fire in the sky, Bodies on the ground, Everyone's having fun, No sorrow to be found.
Reason for writing:
I dunno'......war I suppose.
Birth sign: Leo
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