'Final Gravitation'
By: AXSaint

Loaded into society
Never called alone
Bullets scissor-fuck
Bullets find a home

I am the patron saint
Of industrial waste
The pissed end of a .45
Still longing for a taste

Junkie fixed with lead
An addict with sulfer
Coursing through my veins
Caseings falling like feathers

Lifted into Heaven
Looking into the face of God
Tears fall from her face
Like salted stigmata

Painting that gates of Heaven
With the end to which we crawl
Shifting within the mortal coil
Listed into that rank-and-file-law

Final gravitation
Giving us over, so sweet
To the salvation we long
Loving full-metal-jackets & concrete

God is a woman.
i like guns.this makes me smile.

I'm a gun nut...Look for me in the paper one day....

'They called him 'Crazy Nate'!"