Russian Rullet Luck Pt.1

by Loved-lover-adam   Aug 11, 2006


I load one bullet,
into my gun,
Just to play Russian rullet,
just for fun,

I load another bullet,
into my gun,
its no longer a game,
no longer any fun,

Now its up to three,
in the guns chamber,
look at my hands,
they become shakier,

What the Hell,
make it five,
i pray to God,
that i survive.

Spin the chambers,
around it goes,
hopefully it wont make a big hole,

Pull back the hammer,
Close my eyes,
Pray then pull,
Empty.

But the voices are upset,
That the barrel was empty,
Don't make me move the chamber,
don't you dare tempt me.

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