Sirens wailing, people heaving, children moaning, smoke fading
Another shot in a month
A spatter of brains on the walls, a hole in the head, this one's dead
The state might celebrate him as a hero, the force term him as not evil, but he did all
Gun still in hand, his hun lying beside, slashed in turns, he even chopped off her tongue
Soo he refilled his revolver with ammunition, he no longer would be defending the nation
Took just one blurred shot
And his life ran short
Someone tell our service men it's okay not to be okay
So introduce in toxic masculinity the vibe it's not weakness to open up to someone
Doesn't matter if it's just one
©Goddie
©mrwrite
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