Monk Monk Militant

And now I rampage…

At a ground level…

Magma surrounding…

My feet…

Toes turn to daggers…

 

Plus size hand guns…

No need…

I’m what you call a…

Sniper…

With strong beliefs…

Long tree leaves hanging off me like a ghillie suit…

A…

F.O.I….

Bowtie, burgandy colored…

 

 

Loud like downtown Memphis…

I gasp naturally…

Plasma gas, gassed up by gasoline…

 

Nitromethain thoughts flammable…

Can and will combust…

Explorer of great explosions…

 

Born aries I’ve lived just enough…

To finally see all my people die around me…

My heart is…

The red like dot on the hind parts of a…

Black widow spider…

Neurotixons opon deaths…

Living these last precious moments…

 

 

“please keep your mouth shut and leave your gun on the dresser…”

 

 

So damn cunning…

If I where a desert…

I’d have a crystal clear water cloak draped all over me…

Bossed up….

Foolish money…

you can have it…

leaves falling off me…

Take what you can receive…

All I ever wanted sence a kid…

My own real family…

Till then…

I’ll lay with killers under the city of insanitys canopy….

 

A year older…

Wise beyond my history…..

When I die…

You better remember me….

Laugh?

Out?

Loud?

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