Time for drawn guns and ducking behind doors.
Time for aiming at a stranger with intent.
Time for sweating the human life right over there.
Time to screaming orders to the man who messed up.
No time for family and friends.
No time to think about dashed dreams.
No time to worry about the bills and taxes.
No time to update your will or Facebook.
does that guy have kids?
What did that guy's parents do to him?
What is he so damn worried about?
What does he think he will do?
All I can do is stop him.
Things have gone too far for a talking to.
I bet he wishes he stayed in bed.
I know I do.
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