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Caught in the cross hairs Of Death's Sights We are merely bullets Traveling at the speed of life A big bang of eternal flight Endless days, countless nights A straight shot to the end A loaded clips of original sin So get out there and aim to win Take another shot and shoot again So many bullets gone astray Life is a gun at the end of the day
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
LIFE IS A GUN