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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