The only love I know is the violent kind
Lost in the liquid red that stains the snow fields
Every emotion I've ever felt
Loaded into the chamber of this gun
The only declaration of love I know
I proclaim with a pull of this trigger
Till the sands are written with my calligraphy of blood
My love is declared with a dynamite blast
In my mutilation
I know my love is made pure and clean
In a hail of self righteous gunfire
My message of love is made louder still
I transcend all and forsake all
My ultimate sacrifice
My life for my love.
Proseac: Say no to terrorism. Love enough to live, not to die.
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