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Thursday Morning

  1. The light grows dim, and the place becomes colder,
  2. Yet simultaneously the floor begins to smolder,they say appearance is in the eye of the beholder
  3. So that's why I only look good to fictional elf's, and Satan himself,
  4. Suicide threatens and beckons, a Glock and a Magnum laying on the.. Shelf
  5. The trigger is just screaming for help.
  6. So when you wake up on Thursday morning, expect to be mourning,
  7. The suspect got a shot, but no one will guess that it was me, trying to suppress the singing of death in the head,
  8. Now filled with lead, the situation was 'do or die' and do had no hope,
  9. So 'die' chose a guy with my name,so i guess it's goodbye.
  10.  
  11. Uh..,uh.., it's a Thursday morning suicide...,
  12. Yeah, uh, a Thursday morning suicide,
  13.  
  14. Thursday morning suicide,
  15. Spoiled poet genocide,
  16. Guess now, I'll find out what's outside of earth,
  17. All the locals can say is there was a shot, with tiny drops of red syrup dripping,
  18. As it zipped right past their lot
  19. This thought been in this man's mental pot for a while, since i was a child
  20. Finally sprouted about a year ago, and there was a trial held,
  21. He got off scotch free, and now we can only watch as peer pressure gets the best of,
  22. Me, in these Pre suicide joughts.
  23.  
  24. This death was imminent,
  25. So primitive..., I won't even say the rest of my sentiment'
  26. Pent emotions are the reason I'm feeling this way, yet i won't even say...,
  27. Got this gun, I think I've got enough on this tray..
  28.  
  29. Uh..,uh.., it's a Thursday morning suicide...,
  30. Yeah, uh, a Thursday morning suicide,
  31.  
  32. Padded floor as the blood ooze, here i lay.
  33. Gun an inch away from the right hand, cat licking the corpse, can't even feel the sand,
  34. Grand suicide on Thursday morning,
  35. Thursday mourning, Christmas,
  36. And even in death, I'm Christ less
  37. The Heaven congress said i mentioned Satan and hell too much,
  38. I guess i should have never addressed, the way i felt,
  39. Guess extra pain was dealt.
  40. Here i am in hell, slowly, I melt.
  41.  
  42. *Silence*
  43. Screw it, I ain't wanna hear no knocking on my door,
  44. Enough talking.
  45. I'll let this gun get to cocking.
  46. *Gunshot*
  47.  
  48. *Beat picks up at 4:01*
  49. "Merry Christmas!"

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