In The Wrong Hands Of Law
By Nathan Meade
I hold my gun,
Against my chest,
Clutch the trigger,
It will do the rest.
Like a barrel full of fish,
My bullets rain down on the non-Irish,
I tell myself “Its all for my country”
Realistically its just a killing spree.
I feel the power,
I feel the pride,
for you can run,
but never hide.
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