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A Bullet Baptismal
Go on do your worse
I'm all ready about to burst
Take your knife, make the stab
I won't mind laying on that slab
You'll give me rest, you'll give me peace
To lay among the loved deceased
I'm not afraid to die
For my soul to ride the sky
I am afraid to face another day
To face the anguish that will play
In my heart, in my mind
Compared to this, death seems kind
So raise your gun, aim right between the eyes
Let that hollow point baptize
I'm all ready about to burst
Take your knife, make the stab
I won't mind laying on that slab
You'll give me rest, you'll give me peace
To lay among the loved deceased
I'm not afraid to die
For my soul to ride the sky
I am afraid to face another day
To face the anguish that will play
In my heart, in my mind
Compared to this, death seems kind
So raise your gun, aim right between the eyes
Let that hollow point baptize
Published 11th Sep 2016
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