Machine Gun Man… (Thoughts)?

Bullets stride through teardrops of blood
One man lives, another one dies
Alone in the dessert, bodies strike the ground
As if punishment needed to have a law
And the man’s mind is where he’s bound
Trudging through the ending depths of hell
The surviver is the only one who’s found
Carried away to the morphine hospital
Screaming at the nurse, he yells kill me
Visions of the insides of his brothers
As napalm rains like april showers
He chips away at the metal tray
Sharpening it with is worn out butter knife
Hiding it in his robe, today’s the day
He slits his wrist, to end his life
As blood spills onto the floor
The nurse cries out for assistance
Everything spirals into a darkened blur
He wakes up to gunshots, he’s being dragged
As his blood spills over, he begins to fall
And his brothers bring him back into his home
The nurse halls him onto his bed
The morphine hospital… I must be dead…

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