KILL THE KILLER
THROWING A SMOKE GRENADE BEHIND MY BACK THERE'S AK-12, I WILL KILL THE TERRORIST BEFORE THE BOMB GOES OFF, I AM CALM COLD-BLOODED I'VE THE ADVANTAGE I'VE AN ANGEL, MY INDEX FINGER ON THE TRIGGER, I AM ALWAYS ALERT, YEAH, I WILL KILL THE KILLER, IT SOUNDS RATHER STRANGE, BUT I AIN'T KILL NO INNOCENTS, IT IS NOT THE SAME, MAYBE IT MIGHT EVEN BE CALLED REVENGE, BUT FOR ME IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT ITS NAME IS Yes, I would pierce right through that soulless body that is ready to eradicate the innocent without the slightest pity, Tbh, I don't give a shit about the law because it's useless when people die one after 'nother for no reason, This is a mess that someone needs to clean up, I kept my humanity so I keep my chin up. Killing the killer is the only way to survive, But it ain't by the rules so you have to die, It's no different from genocide or suicide, And I'm ready to take this risk, I'll die at least with honor
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