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Aug 2016
I was sitting in my car today
stressing 'bout Night's revenge
when a man in black waltzed up to me.
He placed a gun to my temple and said,
"Son, what exactly do you need?"
I looked him in the eyes
and said, "Can't you see?
I'm flying without wings.
I'm clapping without hands.
I'm running but cannot
find the strength to stand.
Do your best to bring me back
from these God forsaken lands.
Look me in the face and squeeze
that trigger like a man.
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what a waste
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