The Game is called Lifethe loser gets death.Pull the trigger then my turn is nextTheir's fear in my eyesMy blood races fastPulling the trigger and all I hear is a click,Safe for now your turn is next.Looking death in the eye playing with lifeThis game isn't fun for the loser gets death.Squeezing the trigger slowly and surelysweat racing down the other mans neck.Pointing the muzzle at one's own head,and pulling the trigger to hear the voice of death.Blood lines the wall as the smoke clears the roomMy heart races fast with a smile on my faceI win at this game we all call life.

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