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shotgun blast drop really fast breaking glass cover your ass other gun shots seeing blood drops windows gone 45 drawn pictures fall on the floor crawl mom screams feels like a bad dream dog barks broken tv sparks sis is crying glass is flying can see them now their lives disallow squeeze the trigger with all of my vigor the car speeds away house in disarray will see them real soon by the light of the moon will show them my fury their families will bury the bodies of sons killed by my gun Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 06:47 AM PST, Bob   18 • 0 • 10