they come through darkness guns cocked ready to fire men in politics coming off like big-time liars from miller to blair they want whats theirs and leaving men with nothing and no heirs the paper wars have been launched with no end in sight the end of the world is upon us don't believe that for a second, not one instant of time men with shotguns ending this life of mine wanting me to die so badly they can taste it, as i want them to die but i don't want to die high tonight, sings the pharoah, is your last night on earth, enjoy airplanes crash into buildings, miltaries deploy men with shotguns hunt me, i trip and fall i've walked into the trap, and that is all im dead with a single shot to the head. again its destruction without reason, live for today tomorrow is something i might not want to see for love.Birth sign: Aries
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