In For The Kill

This bullet is just for you , specially customized 

So I killed you like it wasn’t a crime

But who am I to decide 

If you should remain alive 

Or act as if my weapon is just a permission slip

signed by me granting you the liberty to die

The nerve of me to step into God’s shoes 

I know it’s wrong 

But yet I still decide to shoot

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