Ka-Pow!
It's really nothing dire
Just an engine misfire,
Something that you and I are
Not even thinking about twice
But it turns his blood to ice
And he's back in the dust
and the mud and the fear
has him convinced that his end
is finally drawing near.
And as he's cowering and screaming,
and want's nothing but to be dead,
His blood that was ice, has now turned to lead.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
Ka-Pow!
It's really nothing dire
Just an engine misfire,
Something that you and I are
Not even thinking about twice
But it turns his blood to ice
And he's back in the dust
and the mud and the fear
has him convinced that his end
is finally drawing near.
And as he's cowering and screaming,
and want's nothing but to be dead,
His blood that was ice, has now turned to lead.
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