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Canvas Dreams Of Tomorrow
Face to barrel of her 9mm pistol
He started to ramble rolling rhetoric
The heart chanting mantras of...
"May we not aim to change the men
Let us kill, to save the men
Charges are hereby dropped
you are assigned to full duty immediately
- the task is this...
Leave the streets with one less dead-body
we do or we die, and that's the life!
-Thank you for taking the time on me."
The essence of his life was sold
in the reflection of her Ray Bans
- the silver watch strap on her arm
yet he still sees his encore in
the shiny brass shell
As her majestic voice echoes
"Go to fucking hell"
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