It came to me. I wrote it. I posted it. I make no excuses.
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"'Tis a gift to be simple, 'tis a gift to be free," A soft tenor rang through the room, and with each down beat a bullet slid into place.
"...brother..." a pained whisper, unable to compete with the song.
"'Tis a gift to come down where you ought to be." The barrel spun briefly to click in to place in time with the song.
"...brother please!"
The singer turned without missing a beat. Beyond him two women sat at a table in a mockery of life; blood dripping from their lifeless limbs to pool beneath them.
"And when we find ourselves in a place just right." Gun leveled, this time with each down beat a bullet fired into the blonde man crumpled on the floor. The man, arms twisted at inhuman angles, blood already running from a knife wound to his thigh, could only whimper as the bullets punctured his chest.
"It will be in the valley..." The gun rose higher.
"vash..."
"Of love..." Click. Boom. The man's head whipped back with the force of the bullet before slumping forward one final time.
"And delight." Click. Boom. The final bullet made it's way through the gunman's head.
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I wonder what it says about me that these are the images that came to my mind when this song got stuck there. Nothing good, I'm sure.
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"'Tis a gift to be simple, 'tis a gift to be free," A soft tenor rang through the room, and with each down beat a bullet slid into place.
"...brother..." a pained whisper, unable to compete with the song.
"'Tis a gift to come down where you ought to be." The barrel spun briefly to click in to place in time with the song.
"...brother please!"
The singer turned without missing a beat. Beyond him two women sat at a table in a mockery of life; blood dripping from their lifeless limbs to pool beneath them.
"And when we find ourselves in a place just right." Gun leveled, this time with each down beat a bullet fired into the blonde man crumpled on the floor. The man, arms twisted at inhuman angles, blood already running from a knife wound to his thigh, could only whimper as the bullets punctured his chest.
"It will be in the valley..." The gun rose higher.
"vash..."
"Of love..." Click. Boom. The man's head whipped back with the force of the bullet before slumping forward one final time.
"And delight." Click. Boom. The final bullet made it's way through the gunman's head.
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I wonder what it says about me that these are the images that came to my mind when this song got stuck there. Nothing good, I'm sure.