"Young souls are being wiped away

As if they were grime in the sink

By good men with good guns

And the good news refuses

To acknowledge a problem

That is corrupting our youth

And my innocence

I now fear a good man

With a good gun

Sending bullets through my veins

Instead of average, good student worries

Now I fear I will die before I write a will

To tell my family how much I adore them

This is not normal in any shape

Or form of conscious a good student should have

But now good boys and good men with

Good guns

Are more important

Than the great students

Paving a way for a great future."

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