this gun i hold it is so deep
the barrel is four feet
this gun i hold it does not like me
it is to long to be able to hurt me
but this gun of mine it is angry
it fights and it hurts
doing anything to hurt me
this gun of mine i cannot hold off
it will find a way to kill me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow very descriptive nd yet scary luv it