Follow me down the rabbit hole...
Where the clocks tick in rhythm
To the click-clack of safeties
As we debate our liberty
To bear arms
When 51 people just lost theirs
To be.
In a world where men can lay waste
To a school/club/church from their waist,
A world where we defend
The right to defend, which
Is only ever used to
Attack.
I relinquish my right to silence.
Scorching shells
Drag souls through hell
Screeching bells
As each one fell.
Blood, sweat and tears;
Anger, hate, fear.
Burning Bush meet the Shears,
A painting now a smear.
Wine flowed and wine spilled,
Blood flowed and blood spilled.
Ammo and smoke filled
The men that the Joke killed.
In sickness and in health,
In poverty and wealth,
Death stalks the earth,
A perfect form of stealth.
Get down or get put down,
Get down, go mute now,
Get down, confused crowd,
Get down or get put down.
What you waiting for?
What you wailing for?
Feel the burning core,
Feel the burning floor.
Mum. I love you.
He's got a gun and
Is holding us hostage.
He's killed some of us already.
I'm scared.
Plenty of cops but no guns
Ain't no holy place, but there's nuns.
Ain't no bakery, why talk buns?
To hell with you all - I'm done.
To hell with you all - it's wrong,
To hell with you all - this my song!
To hell with you all - go in throngs,
I'll meet you fags there, won't be long.
The shots are now falling off rhythm,
No rhyme or reason left with him,
No wit or mercy, just breathing
Heavy with anger, he's seething.
Evil has too many faces,
Death visits too many places,
Love takes too many paces,
Life has them at the races.
Hide and seek joy,
Pride and weak boy,
Private in-joke
Pulse is Limbo.
Straight men got shot dead,
Gay men got shot dead,
Straight women got shot dead,
Gay women got shot dead,
And John Poma's heart died 49 times.
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