Emptying clips, a slippery kid entering bliss,
jittery fits, my pistol brings me tenderly zen.
Winter's abyss, the clever guy who never minds,
center shifts, it festers inside and forever binds.
Better times, it fills a brain with thrill and pain,
pleasure shines, pills masquerade my ill shame.
Tilt disgrace, listen to news about children in crews,
kill to change, drilling screws into mills and schools.
Filled with booze, heroine and blow to impair the woe,
still amused, tearing through stone like bear in bone.
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