The Hitman's Suicide Letter
The silhouette of a syringe
and the silhouette of a soldier
I felt the heart cringe
and my blood is quite cultured
for its metaphysical thoughts
pertain only to mercury
Every star that litters
the sky is a feeling unfelt,
a theory i had committed
to while writing my last epitaph
The explanation of motives and the
method admitted, formed
by the striking of one selfish match.
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man why brothers gotta act so scandalous, mad at us?
because we aint no janitors.
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