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gun tutee
The feeling of standing one
legged on the edge of life, but
thats more peaceful than the
still waters. I need a third leg
My city has taught me the way
to survive in chaos, I bet you
Afgan is far more peaceful than
my home town.
Homocides come knocking every
moment, insurgents come killing
all day long. I took my comfort by
the throat, I turned a sniper
No, its no water gun, nay I ain't
hunting some meats. humans
are my game. I kill them first
or I would have been long Gun.
legged on the edge of life, but
thats more peaceful than the
still waters. I need a third leg
My city has taught me the way
to survive in chaos, I bet you
Afgan is far more peaceful than
my home town.
Homocides come knocking every
moment, insurgents come killing
all day long. I took my comfort by
the throat, I turned a sniper
No, its no water gun, nay I ain't
hunting some meats. humans
are my game. I kill them first
or I would have been long Gun.
Published 7th Sep 2014
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