What do you want to do tonight
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Brush shoulders with the end of life?
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Not on purpose, of course,
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That way we won't feel remorse.
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Let's go and toy with some minds;
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Theirs, not ours - that will kill some time.
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Maybe we'll pass with it and be left behind
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Not on purpose, of course.
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My friend rang the doorbell two or three times.
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Wee awaited in anticipation for the door to open...
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Finally opening, a tall, lanky creature stumbled from the
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darkness;
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With its left paw, it opened the screen door, slowly revealing
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a handgun in the other.
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Aiming the gun between my eyes, I starred down the barrel;
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The black metal shimmered in the moonlight.
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Mumbling something about us not being wanted there, the
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Creature gave the impression of drunkenness;
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It's arms stiffened while cocking the gun.
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Am I sick of this world?
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Do I value this life?
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Why do we live
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Eagerly waiting the outcome, the trigger was pulled...
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The gun was empty.
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I stood there, smiling, letting the event slip out of thought
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almost instantly.
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Fear was never present.
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Why Do We Live, Pt. 2
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Matt Zane |