Repeat

by k i k i   Feb 24, 2006


Yet again,
The war has begun.

Out come your guns,
Your means for a real fight.
Are you ready to lose this time?

You shot me.
Once.
Twice.
I felt the pain.
You felt nothing.

What's the difference to me?
You hate everyone.
You have to be the best.
Wake up.
It's something you can't.

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