The dripping dots splash, staining steps in my course
Boot prints scar a path as my weapon looks forth
Taking aim at the less fortunate hordes
They're praying, but of course; left laying, no remorse
"I'm GOD, sent to end false religion, your sin is bought
Want proof? If I don't kill, they will...So my rifle spills in a synagoggue
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Razah
I whipped this up when I saw you might have a no show win.
Miss you too love. xoxox