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Just Pull The Trigger
Stuck in a rut and not sure how to get out.
They say get off the junk, but I was never on it.
An elevation in the escalation of the center piece.
The pearl glows as it twirls.
Oh I once knew that girl.
I once knew that girl.
But where she went I just don't know.
The flying sauce experience with a disappearing act.
One plus one then subtract.
Bad habits.
An itch to put a stitch where it just doesn't go.
Being all glorified and nothing to show.
Heaving a hoe back and forth.
Whats is beneath this earth?
I know the body has got to be buried somewhere.
A closet full of just more empty space.
A seclusion to what escape?
The statue moves does it scare you?
Abandoning all methodological reasoning.
Cranking up the seasons.
A little spice with so much bitterness to spare.
Just look at his angry glare.
The evil eyeball staring you down.
Does the heart start to pound?
The lost can never be found.
The victims faces are all around.
They make no sounds.
No screams ever come out.
A void that just eats at me.
Make these images go away.
Get out of my head.
Pull the trigger then he'll be dead.
Then he'll be dead.
Dead, Dead, Dead.
poem
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Ace Of Black Hearts
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