Bullet with my blame

A dirty stranger’s here to end my luck in these reflection games.

His loaded eye’s holding that promise of one last murdered day.

Cause to long I’ve spun my wheel in the most wickedest ways.

But with a calling sound from that merciful round.
The end to this game by that bullet with my blame.

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