Walkin on Air

COULD IT HAVE BEEN YOU?

Load that damn sleek cartridge,
ensure the clip is in:
not for shooting partridge,
but kill in willful sin.

Does it really matter
who dies, who lives throughout?
Let blood and brains splatter
my legacy of doubt.

If God is there: come forth.
stop me now if you can;
East, West, South or North
there is no real gun-ban!

So join my killer squad,
let's have a load of fun:
be worshipped and be awed,
live and die by the gun!


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COULD IT HAVE BEEN YOU?

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