all of these explicit images from the war have pictured me as heartless
but find beauty in a painted portrait of pain created from a blind artist
these soft spoken, yet sharp words impact like bullets into your chest
lungs lose breath heart meets death, we're consumed by my darkness
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my misled mind makes less of the men we mistake as mortals
as my M-4 is still making a mess of more men missing morals
concise crimes continue my conscience to venture into circles
dirigible direction portray path as lost in life absent of miracles
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no response needed you do not owe me an apology
don't judge me superficially just learn the psychology
can't calm down I only see death around the corner
take my gun leave my legacy death before dishonor
