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If words were weapons, just suits to step in,

then would any soldiers end up in heaven?

or hell? oh well, where ever we go,

when we black out for good, i'm sure it'll show

all of our memories, if life makes enemies,

then why can't i step on em like centipedes?

i have few specialties, none in an oven,

only desire is to grow up and be a good husband,

but at what age does "to grow up" run out?

when can a man fully erase his doubt?

many centipedes created from memories,

i'm anti centipede so they end up as enemies,

that i'll never stop on cause i never kill,

size of the life doesn't matter, there's no thrill

in it for me to relive it up in heaven,

and rephrase all my words as mental weapons.