A bullet to my brain I saved For a rainy day of depression for many years Now it has meaning For the enemies forgotten there is always one who I dont forget One that will walk without fear Now the Bullet is a symbol for vendetta And the Skull shall split wide open I will bathe in the blood and see the grand maneuver Of Azraels Descent as my enemies die One must wait down stream And watch their enemies float by This is when the beauty of time and vengeance conjoin Surreal to let unfold as an artform
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