full of confusion guts and guns
a people attempting to survive
while others hunt them down
in the wildreness they call home
tears spent
no change
fear festering in secret
only to out themselves
become bigger prey
a party we were never invited to
this way of men and their games
play reguardless of the consequences
blanks or live fire
the only thing that matters
is winning all day everyday
if infiltrated turn inwards
hold yourself hostage
ransom note your own obituary
photoshop your own tombstone
create a new club in the afterlife
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