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Something I wrote inspired by Johnny got his gun-feedback would be nice
I heard a gunshot
It happened to be Johnny with his gun
One gun shot in reality is done
Go ahead Johnny, Be a slave to your nation
Your nothing mbut their robotic creation
Go ahead Johnny, make an attempy to save your buddys from the explosive grenade
And watch the life from you slowley fade
Now with all that fun your senses are gone
So how is it to not smell,see or head?
You start questioning if your even real
I feel the vibrations of your footsteps
I feel the pressure of the generals fingers wrapping a medal around my neck
A medal of honor on the chest of a living goner
I have nothing left but my mind
Which I can't even express
Is this death?
If it isnt I cant even make an attempt to kill myself
Since I have no limbs
So I take a little glimpse
Back to reality
Dealing with abnormality
Well since the lack of entertainment
and the entertainment I lack
I might as well spend the rest of my days counthing sheep
When Im not asleep
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