my poem

by: The_Fenris_Wolf_Fenrir

Born in a world full of lies,
AK bullets will surely fly,
Slaughtering all, unlawful maim,
Forgetting who they are, forgetting their name.
In the Massacre their God will call,
Leaving the lost, forsakening all,
The wounds healing, leaqving scars behind,
Nothing to gain, with nothing to find.

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