

Killed In The Crossfirewith the last second before i die time stetches with my life in eyes killed in the cross fire of the unknown why knowing that i lived a very happy lifeKilled In The Crossfire
the object blazes and burns my hair i recall the times i knew you fair i recall the times i played with your hair now its blank and left simply bare
the bullet continues and peirces my skin at least i know where the times have been your smooth skin and beautiful touch stays true my life has lead up to this point with you
shedding my blood in a flashing day the blood that is made entirely of faith
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