AS THAT BULLET RIPS THROUGH THE STILL QUIET AIR HUNDRED YARDS AWAY AS THE RIFLE RAISED HIGH TRY TO GET MY CONSCIENCE TO GET MY CONSCIENCE CLEAR SLOWLY SQUEEZE THE TRIGGER AND THE BLOOD RUNS OUT DROP ANOTHER BODY DROP ANOTHER BODY DOWN IS THIS, THIS THE BURDEN WHICH I CHOOSE TO BEAR WATCHING AND WAITING FOR FUCKING NEXT PRAY EMPTY GRAVES AND COFFINS SURE TO BE FILLED BY ME IM ALONE AND FEARLESS WAITING IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT KISS MY MAGICBULLET NOTHING REMAINS REMAINS FROM YOU I CAN GET THE BLOOD AND TO KILL YOU TRY TO GET MY CONSCIENCE MY CONSCIENCE CLEAR SLOWLY SQUEEZE THE TRIGGER LET THE BLOOD RUNS OUT
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