In For The Kill
This bullet is just for you , specially customized
So I killed you like it wasn’t a crime
But who am I to decide
If you should remain alive
Or act as if my weapon is just a permission slip
signed by me granting you the liberty to die
The nerve of me to step into God’s shoes
I know it’s wrong
But yet I still decide to shoot
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Our world
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