If a whisper was a shout I would be no more
For I whisper death upon you whore.
I foretell to insinuate a false corruption
But dealing with you solves nothing.
If I were to run you'd walk behind
If I were to fall you step on me
If I were to lose you would win
For me? I am nothing.
I demonstrate kindness and nothing else
I hate to deal with hatred, but it must be held.
Off with their heads! No looking back!
Pow pow! The guns roar with a smack!
Blood! Blood everywhere!
Pow pow! The guns roar with a smack!
Problems? Where? Fact? You lack.
Death! Death to you they yell!
Why! What did you do?
Innocent by nature, victim by words.
Who are you they ask!
No one you reply!
Pow pow! The guns roar with a smack!
Blood! Blood everywhere!
Until.. you are no more,
For I whisper death upon you whore.
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