It isn't pretty

Draw pistols like pictures, it’s wartime.

Fire off shots faster than a frat kid can drink them

And learn that every closet we filled with skeletons is opening up

Like a frog in outerspace, get ready, this one’s gonna be messy.

Throw precision out the window.

It isn’t poetry.

It’s battle.

Forget your rhyme scheme and pretty words.

You’ve got a trigger and a pen.

Choose which one’s stronger.