Gun To The Head

(Gun to the head your close to being dead mind racing like a horse he can feel he feel no remorse lap 2 is done for the course your own your knee's begging please as he hear the trees coss it was a little breeze gunman thinks do this man deserve to die why should I let him live why lap 3 of the course he press the gun with force then asked do you believe in God he said God what this got to do with
God then a whisper in his ear with a gun to his head he felt fear it said tell'em fuck you and I the devil shell help you then a second whisper says grab the gun slowly with a gesture but only if you believe or let the devil succeed then the gunman asked do you believe in hell then he seen the deal and told the gun man devil repel slowly moving the gun the gun man felt numb slowly grabbing the gun the gunman said I am your son)

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