Pause


Don't you ever not think our lives don't matter.
Lungs black, funds shattered.
We inhale until we see heaven or learn lessons.
Time invested.
Put the guns down and lift some spirits up before it's a revolution and we are the ones shootin'.
You don't want that war.
Which peace should we pick up?
The bible or the rifle.
I guess neither one goes out of style.

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