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With the barrel between eyes

With the barrel aimed between the eyes
Trying to knock each other out
But better to burn off the anger
Perhaps responding to the nature’s own forces
What impresses me
You won’t have a chance against the forces of nature
There some of us live up in the
But you are such that it does not have the gift
You just turn until it runs out
Who are you going to hunt then
I will not wait…
You are no great king in my eyes
Am so tired of the outlay about how many you shot