Holiday Massacre
I hear my friend say 'I hear gunshots.'I wore my black and white tux to the holiday massacre...
I hear my friend say 'Follow his footseps.'
I brought my baretta to the holiday massacre...
Shots rang out as subtle as church bells,
Is it weak or is it strong,
To do everything this crazy voice tells...
I hear my friend say 'Make your escape now'
So I ran away from the massacre...
I ran away from the massacre...
In my black and red tux.
Poetry by Carter Stelling
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Written on 2007-05-21 at 08:05
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