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When I was young my granddad told me

"Son, don't ever find yourself upon the wrong end of a gun"

If you don't misconstrue vindictiveness with will

Intention trips the trigger of a tool designed to kill

If you're ever forced to kill you know-

You mother fucking will

But what a fucking thrill

Think of all that blood you'll spill

But you might the the one

On the wrong end of the gun

Barking barrels belching bullets illuminate the night

Mechanized extensions of exaggerated might

Hammers snapping crosshairs tapping those within the sights

Hot lead hurling unfurling to the left and to the right

Warzone of a town

Innocents shot fucking down

Victims hit the ground

Vengeance turned around

No one makes a sound

Now look at what you've done

On the wrong end of the gun