They Call it a Game

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We all just sit there

In a small little circle

A game played by six of us

A small gun sits in the middle

A gun holding no bullets in but one

A game played with our lives

Putting a gun to our head

Our easy way out of life

Pull the trigger

Hoping its our turn

Dead

It's Russian Roulette

Our all time favorite game

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Idk. This just popped into my hed , so i typed i out. No type of rhyme scheme in it , But oh well.

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