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I am the gun, you are the bullet.

Putting a gun at your face
You ain`t feeling no disgrace
...

It was the moment he grabbed a gun
Realizing he`s not the one, to become someone.
I guess he took an easy way.
Cursing to himself, he refused to stay.
...

We the people.
We who work to deliver
We who follow a believer
We who are yet to be rewarded
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Quite a few things have gone through
Worth being taken into an a account
Sure as hell, I might consider doing some
Why would life give me any doubts?
...

Those who stand up and those who in themselves believe
Are now sentenced to feed the birds, just to give us some relief
Them rotting on a cold ground, shall not affect our sleep
A thing that they call mind is cheap, just a bargain for the sheep
...

If that is if you allow a broken man
To tell you of the world I have myself created for my being
Of the world where ain`t no dark nor is there light
Where the Black is even to the White
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The Best Poem Of PeaceSeller Unpleasedbuyer

I Am The Gun, You Are The Bullet Part 1.

I am the gun, you are the bullet.

Putting a gun at your face
You ain`t feeling no disgrace
Then go on and blow out your brains
See where it takes.

You may seek for a way out
While putting on one else a blame
Trust your senses better
Since you could be the matter

Now what`s left is your lifeless body
Just a piece of an empty space
Never yet to ask somebody
If you be still afraid

Ain`t one gonna ask you
Since you took away your pain
A single pull of a trigger it did take
To have you vanished with your vain

No need for you to serve as a reminder
For those looking for a simple fame
In fact you have lost your game
There`s nothing left now, but your name.

You once told us your name was revolution
In fact you`d spread far enough your lies
And your hopeless delusions
Yet somehow it did work out, gave many the illusion.

What you gave me was your fear
And to tell the truth, I can feel it everyday
In me it does live now
As if your venom had gotten in my veins

Like an unchained mad dog now…
I spread your own disease
Poisoning those you had with ease
Pleasing those you didn`t bother just to tease

Now they say my soul is ought to be swallowed
As now I am slowly getting how you`d feel
Yet still my eyes are burning
With an endless flame of will

And now as I live below and under
I shall break away of your mind games
As I set myself free of your madness
To then start my own, at quickest pace

So then to your corpse could I say
I owe you nothing
Just the end of days.

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