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FAILURE

Before you even started, it was over

Head down, sad frown, you could be a circus clown

The local headline, failure on the horizon

No doubt, you're out, out of touch with reality

Weaponized, ready for a battle, you're the only one there

Victimized, your fantasy extraordinaire

Realized, this may be your only way out

A flash of light, a bullet right between the eyes

Failure is your calling card

It's your modus operandi

Daddy's little boy has gone avant garde

Rooftop with a rifle, not dressed like a man

Random, bedlam, death by your hand

Cornered by the 5-0, game over

Locked up, too late, restart the gun debate

Failure is your calling card

It's your modus operandi

Daddy's little boy has gone avant garde

Failure by the government

It's their modus operandi

Congress has gone avant garde

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