The guns of a man named JesusBuilt on man’s holy
Angel PoemI’ve seen an angel She crawled out her grave
Sit all aloneWithout a thought in my headMy only wishIs
I'd shoot myself in the headMake myself one with the
Our guns to deter us from peaceYour life that is
Slowly my life begins to fadeI try to crawl awayBut
So close but so far awayNever wanted this anywayIf
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