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"God complex"
A nickel-plated pump-action hangs by his side
He stands over the homeless guy with a wry smile
Still trying to decide, if he should let this vagrant die or survive
Growing a God complex, peering at little blood balloons blowing up from the bums nose as they pop
The rambler can only mumble words of mush, cause he's been shot!
Here the shooter believes he's a supreme being
An entity of everything
Potent with power over this nomad's existence, every second getting closer to being extint
It's in this exact instant the gunman growls, blinks then begins to speak
"I am the almighty creator, now that you have met your makers fury, I'll give you a chance to live. I'm a merciful God, repent and I will forgive"
Mixture of blood and spit string to the floor from up the transients lip
Sprawled out he silently lays, prays.....
Not to this false savior dousing gasoline in his face
"Nothing to say street trash?..... Ok!"
With a flick of the wrist a match is lit
All the sudden screaming in rage, due to the triggerman's fuel soaked hands combusting in flames
And on this day mercy was shown.....
To an innocent person from a mortal who managed to be cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone
He stands over the homeless guy with a wry smile
Still trying to decide, if he should let this vagrant die or survive
Growing a God complex, peering at little blood balloons blowing up from the bums nose as they pop
The rambler can only mumble words of mush, cause he's been shot!
Here the shooter believes he's a supreme being
An entity of everything
Potent with power over this nomad's existence, every second getting closer to being extint
It's in this exact instant the gunman growls, blinks then begins to speak
"I am the almighty creator, now that you have met your makers fury, I'll give you a chance to live. I'm a merciful God, repent and I will forgive"
Mixture of blood and spit string to the floor from up the transients lip
Sprawled out he silently lays, prays.....
Not to this false savior dousing gasoline in his face
"Nothing to say street trash?..... Ok!"
With a flick of the wrist a match is lit
All the sudden screaming in rage, due to the triggerman's fuel soaked hands combusting in flames
And on this day mercy was shown.....
To an innocent person from a mortal who managed to be cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone
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