Death
Yesterday is gone,
Tomorrow will never come,
Run B*tch,
I've got a gun,
It's dark,
The moon looks eerie,
You are amazingly weary,
You have got something red,
Pouring out of the side of your head,
Including the mimes inside,
You head,
You hit the ground,
With a pound,
The moon gleams,
With a grin,
As she screams,
Saying your name once again,
Here is the next day,
We are all having to pray,
Then a thud,
Have fun in hell,
Goodbye Bud,
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