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Warning

Just let me get the words--
Off my chest.
Out of my mouth.�
Out in the air, aimed right at their throat.
Just let me get the boiling bubbling slim off my tongue.
Just so it's over and done.
Even if the fight is not yet won.
Just sit there silently and wait for me to be done.
Don't get in the line of fire.
Cause razored words come out like a speeding bullet.
And the moment that you take their side.
And leave me hanging on the front lines.�
You're a traitor in my eyes.
A treason has been committed.
And my sights are aimed at you.
And you're a target now.
Don't move--
I'll make sure to aim the dart carefully.
It won't even hurt a bit.
Just close your eyes, it'll be over in a minute.
I promise.
Like you said you'd be on my side
And then you weren't--
And here we are.
All because I was being too "mean"
And you had to get in the way.
Thus making yourself a victim
in my cruel and twisted idea of a game.
Made yourself a target.
Sent yourself for slaughter.
It was like you didn't see the arrow aimed at the marker.
Stepped in the line of fire.
And got shot down.
Perfect angle.
Right size bullet.
Barely any recoil.
It's over.
You're dead.
Bullet to the brain, blood soaking from your head.
Don't stick your neck where it doesn't belong.
In the way of my bullet's range.
Hopefully this time you learned your lessons.
If not my words will find you like heat seeking missiles.
And you'll regret getting in my way again.

Just let me get the words--
Off my chest.
Out of my mouth.�
Out in the air, aimed right at their throat.

So then that way--
When the battle is over.
And the fight's been won.
You're still on my side, and there's no harm done.�