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Last night I shot the sky in all its' glory
To watch it bleed a river inside my mouth
I then began to choke and a burst of laughter let out
In hindsight I was aiming for the vultures
That circled above my every move
I bet they could taste my carrion a mile away
I paraded the streets of gold
With the devil dolled up in a mask
We danced the night away like children
He says he usually takes the lead
So we blast away everything in sight with my new 45
Creating a crimson display of confetti and mayhem
Dirty Harry never felt this good
I snort a trail of cocaine that led up to the moon
I cross my heart and hope to die
Said the billboard on bad trip boulevard
I encounter my reflection
In a puddle of my own piss
He challenges me to a duel
Russian roulette was his poison
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imagery is amazing. this is not something for the faint of heart. you are a raw and passionate writer. this piece is very scary in the best possible way.
