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I am propelled like a bullet from a gun barreling through space, Through your flesh, Through the time you have misspent on this Earth now ending, Too late to regret the bending trigger of my gun. I penetrate your ****** Your Mind, Your sense of inner self, Tearing through your false resistance like a runaway train. I cannot stop, I am momentum personified. Ripping through your many lives, Decimating your hopes for the peaceful tomorrow that now will never come. Because my trajectory is certain and yours is a wet pipe dream. You are obliterated into fragments by the curling of my finger. Now Isis will never find you. Fear is a man’s best friend, And a little pressure goes a long ways.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 5:07 PM UTC
The Bullet from My Gun
I am propelled like a bullet from a gun barreling through space, Through your flesh, Through the time you have misspent on this Earth now ending, Too late to regret the bending trigger of my gun. I penetrate your ****** Your Mind, Your sense of inner self, Tearing through your false resistance like a runaway train. I cannot stop, I am momentum personified. Ripping through your many lives, Decimating your hopes for the peaceful tomorrow that now will never come. Because my trajectory is certain and yours is a wet pipe dream. You are obliterated into fragments by the curling of my finger. Now Isis will never find you. Fear is a man’s best friend, And a little pressure goes a long ways.
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Igorgoldkind
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Igorgoldkind
52/M/Encinitas, California
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 5:07 PM UTC
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