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Wait a second. Steady hand my right hand man. That must be the effects of the Diazepam. One in the chamber, one in the chest, one in the body and one in the head. One for each of his family members, picture him dead, picture perfect and pick up the pieces after the death. .....if there's anything left. I'm right over here. rat a tat tat. Onomatopoeia.. What's the matter dear? Nothing to see here, but bullet ripped flesh and civilian fear. No need for tears. No need for tears. Keep composed. You'll be home soon. In your own tomb or personal hell. Waking to the sounds and screams of mortuary shells. Reload, you know how it goes. Decomposed in a body bag, forever alone.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
Automatic Weapons
Wait a second. Steady hand my right hand man. That must be the effects of the Diazepam. One in the chamber, one in the chest, one in the body and one in the head. One for each of his family members, picture him dead, picture perfect and pick up the pieces after the death. .....if there's anything left. I'm right over here. rat a tat tat. Onomatopoeia.. What's the matter dear? Nothing to see here, but bullet ripped flesh and civilian fear. No need for tears. No need for tears. Keep composed. You'll be home soon. In your own tomb or personal hell. Waking to the sounds and screams of mortuary shells. Reload, you know how it goes. Decomposed in a body bag, forever alone.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
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