REVOLVER
You can't cut deep with a blunt knife,
and bring waterguns to a gun fight.
I saw a head roll in the moonlight,
which ended our stories by moonlight.
I was told that i couldn't live here,
living here was crying tears and drinking blood.
Living here was having guilt and fighting fear.
Living here was grabbing a strand of Lucifer's hair.
My car was stopped the other night,
and I thought my head would roll too.
I had written my will already,
I even gave my soul to God too.
They took everything, and i said nothing,
until they were about to leave.
I asked their leader why.
He pointed his revolver at me,
and told me life revolved around it.
They sped off.
I revolved around the gun that night. Not vice versa.
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