If it were only me I would stand in the line of fire
feel my body turned gymnast contort as the bullets riddle
kiss the ground with prideful lips, rise, and implore for more.
but life is a cruel dictator and commends my brethren to torture along side of me.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
If it were only me I would stand in the line of fire
feel my body turned gymnast contort as the bullets riddle
kiss the ground with prideful lips, rise, and implore for more.
but life is a cruel dictator and commends my brethren to torture along side of me.
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