My favorite place

Under the falling rain

I was being cleansed

With the shiny toy gun in my hand

 

It had to be done today

a perfect day

praying that they will understand

 

Nothing matters now

For I have reached the end

with the shiny toy gun in my hand 

 

The earth and the sky collided

with a deafening bang

escaping the world of the damned

 

The shiny toy gun

is nothing but a tool

for me to reach my destination

 

To the Promised Land

 

 

 

 

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