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        [  Contemplation In Rain  ]                   [  By Hedge  ]


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/*"Poor old Mrs Willard, got shot in the head
  Didn't have the sense to stay home in bed"

  -Sator */



                       ** CONTEMPLATION IN RAIN **

                                By Hedge


                Lingering  shadows  on  a  killers  face
                    Pulling  a  gun  to stop disgrace

                     Screaming  demons in his  soul
                      Flaming  tool takes its toll

                 Whenever the feelings  rises up inside
                He straps his weapon, goes out with pride

                The gun he's packing will shoot straight
               Penetrate the armour of the ghosts he hate

                     Nothing to say, no thing to do
               Just hope he'll miss when he comes for you

               A whole lot of thoughts, a whole lot to say
               Better watch your mouth, don't cause dismay

                  What did you do, why were you there?
                   Be real sure he don't aim to scare

               You're just an object who's to pay the bill
                For his eager lust to demonstrate a skill

                   The gun was fired, the bullet flew
             Oops, your armoured vest, it went right through

                      Teflon bullets, what a shame
                     What a horror, who's to blame?

                    Now you're lying in a pool of red
            The last shot he fired went through your head...


       Gee,I really thought you'd be better prepared than that...




/* Meet my uncle Louie...And send me your views of the world!

([email protected])*/

/* Hedge -94 */


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