Often I think of Billy,
with his great white eyes
& his tats,
arms full of grinning devils,
scorpions & pentagrams.
He was a hellacious gunner
& he loved to use the kabar
& we missed him
when he rotated
back to the world.
Often I think of Billy,
with his great white eyes
& his tats,
arms full of grinning devils,
scorpions & pentagrams.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
Often I think of Billy,
with his great white eyes
& his tats,
arms full of grinning devils,
scorpions & pentagrams.
He was a hellacious gunner
& he loved to use the kabar
& we missed him
when he rotated
back to the world.
Often I think of Billy,
with his great white eyes
& his tats,
arms full of grinning devils,
scorpions & pentagrams.
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