The summer sky lit by the the sun
the flowers blowin in the wind
it dosn't bother anyone if nature hath sinned
the grass is long the air most sweet
...
Tell me the the truth, I need to know
what is it? does it hurt?
Is it contagious?
A virus maybe
...
he hides in the shadows
the Kalashnikov waits for its victim
a small streets neighberness is broken
a gunshot rings out one more victim falls
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I would not wake
I would not sleep
I would not drink
I would not eat
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