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i think god is a mischivious boy, I think he melt stars with his love, he plays with the fluid and makes silver bullet bodies like yours, and everyday he shoots, I think that god likes to play with guns, I know his favorite weapon is your soul, tomorrow you'll loose yourself again and tomorrow you'll be shot again, and tomorrow you'll reach heaven and you'll glow through the sky, but tomorrow you won't be yourself, tomorrow you won't be the same, anyway today you are already dead my friend.