WHITMAN FEVER

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If the gun doesn't decide to shoot then my fists should be handed fine.

Charming third arsenal
Loopin' rounds revolve rapid-play fire, rigid hand had spasms
Jigen shoot his nouns, navigate liars; trigger happy havoc
Hit his crooked crown, splatter ingrained, was split on cracking chasms
My pinnacle; rookie mounted, matters were taken past to distract his balance
Caught me founded, crooked smiles contrasting lips on having panics
Prodigies considered that a challenge, amount of pictures taken
Proclaimed kings they cannot fathom, basis was to amp by passive
Only sounds were finger rub calluses - flipped it back on active
Index finger taking up a fraction, ramp it til' free hands on
Knees, sticking stigmas - both wrists were fractured; BPM had slackened
Colder pressure fixed with all slanders, eternal flame was gaslit
Folding sweaters - permanent practice, the bangles made of plastic
Love for an awfully wicked city, captured crevice; cat's eye
Methodically, dog's end concluded a swollen silent franchise
Sacrificed, brand by eclipse in snatching your standard lives
Had I always stacked my guns, never could you have stacked your knives; my
Scar borrow my plaque deprived - automata the platinum punch
Market mad world's chant was "Anta Baka?", harness a placard plus a
Story back to calming stork father cos' one felt saddened - muddled
Mossy papers; swordsman a partner, I'm now the captain son
God, for a minute there was just laughter, after handed couple
Bonds, soaring pigeon under covers kept, we had to change course
This is like that Denji with a chainsaw, man never
Tripping on some power people paid for, pack barking til' some
Tragic needs were only slow pacing per se; that Yusuke painting
Phantom thieving - provide memento of every Tuesday waiting
Concerned leisure serial cadence, means sorts I played with
Reserve detour meant more experimental, the lane switch
Played too many stupid games, won too many stupid prizes
Came to stare through it, crane's gape like a mouth; I shook to try it
Devil waking up the gear five heater, now I knew I played with fire
Onizuka - telling my year five teacher: "I became a great writer"

Played too many stupid games, one too many of stupid prizes
Onizuka - beat the morning demon; Kamen great rider.

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