Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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- Apr 18, 2004
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Count to ten and die
Count to ten and die.
Count to ten and die.
One. A struggle to make it fit.
Two. The cold touch of the gun and bullets.
Three. The three is the pointing of me.
Four. Where the more to be?
Five. There is the she!
Six. Gotta have it large. The larger the better. The better the bad. As long as it's bad.
Seven. Fuck you and your heaven.
Eight. The gun is raised! Everything for the seven. When I think of you my gun arrives in its place.
Nine. A moment's hesitation. I take one last look at my empty glass. And the determination. Mixes with my hatred.
There is the she.
There is the she.
It's always for the seven.
Always for the seven.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten...
BANG!