Down the deep road of suspicion
Stood a man thinking of munition
His life was significant and full of hate
He had a list of people he wanted to decimate
One click of the trigger and down they went
They're pleadings were just torment
He lost his mind and lost his soul
His life was a living sinkhole
His anger boiled like fires of Hell
His thoughts were fuzzy as they fell
He couldn't drop his weapon
His anger was his venom
The more he shot, the more he lost
And the more he lost, the more he shot
Down the deep road of regret
Stood a man that could never forget

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