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PUNS OVER GUNS

Emotions that I've bottled up are top shelf
You gotta reach high for 'em; can't be an elf
Delft in appearance with a clearance of secret
Never put on a show so there'll be no Seacrest

Most ingest 'em through my venomous poetry
Rarely do I ever tell anybody my story verbally
Ironically, I move more privately in the real world
Strategically traversing with most things tightly furled

Much is burrowed deep within the depths of my core
At times I keep wondering what am I really writing for
I adore being able to score my TNT creatively
But I'm not somebody who chases popularity

So there's conflict in me any time that I share
Until I hear artistic lyricism that makes it clear
Like a bright S.O.S flare in the darkness of night
This vice helps me to fight and provide some insight

Words can incite riots or can quiet the Reaper's voice
In those fateful moments of making a life or death choice
I hope my final invoice shows that I saved at least one
From choosing to divorce the strife of this life with a gun
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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