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Originally posted by Angra
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"
I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world
*Pulling out my machine gun* ;)
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I told a coworker that this song will be playing in my head as I empty magazine after magazine thru my AR15 at work.
Everything will be going in slomotion. From the bullets blasting off the service managers desk throwing paper in the air, to the service writers diving behind their desks, to the brass casings bouncing off the floor.
I have been thinking of making a short film from this very idea.
*Disclaimer*
Meetthecreeper in no way shape or form intends to polish off his coworkers now or any time in the immediate future. Just in case anyone was wondering ITS A JOKE.
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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