Don't stop 'til they're all dead -
We're winning this fight.
Either you risk your life now
Or have it taken away late in the night.
A split second
Before life or death
Look to the left
And be careful
Of the soaring
Angels of fear
Pastel red roses
And porcelain white,
The indigo blue casket
Is set to arrive.
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