GUNS
It takes lives everyday, laughing at how many
It hipnotizes you with the mere sight of it
It gives you courage to do anything, rather it's wrong or right
It loves the fact that the government drags it's feet with control
Crooks find ways of getting their hands on it
Saints choose not to touch it, it can save or take a life
Once you touch it, don't let it control you
You control it
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