And I'm 30
And it's Gin and ice and pine sap burning.
Melancholy mixed with a God complex.
Enough bullets for my enemies
and myself.
A desire for violent peace.
And I sit by.
Letting the world and my obligations
pull me about.
I've no doubt
heard the whispering.
I'm a man of tradition.
I'm a heathen.
But I'm a man you can count on
when there's bleeding
to be done.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:32 PM UTC
And I'm 30
And it's Gin and ice and pine sap burning.
Melancholy mixed with a God complex.
Enough bullets for my enemies
and myself.
A desire for violent peace.
And I sit by.
Letting the world and my obligations
pull me about.
I've no doubt
heard the whispering.
I'm a man of tradition.
I'm a heathen.
But I'm a man you can count on
when there's bleeding
to be done.
