bullets with wings

all of the butterfly wings have been cut. there no more reinforcements or prisoners. i dont know about heaven, but all angels seem to be following me. im losing it. all mind and propaganda political rights went right out the window, along with the bullet followed by her fall and all of her guns. engaged in gorilla war fare, what seemed fair was only the price to pay. so i think its time we wash our blood staines away. how far off must we stand to prevent this internal war? all magicians and scientists are watching us, testing us, provoking us. like the sewers filled with muck and our ancestores leaving us stories to follow. ill trip wire this earth with her love, and wish for a better ending. ill booby trap my life so no more pain can get at me. i dont know about heaven but im ready for war. as long as this gun is strapped to my body, its not safe to walk alone. so lets make a deal. a mans best friend. ill trample over your hate so you wont see the sight of heaven. and ill go through hell to get to you. just to choke you. then ill set it all ablaze. with real flames. ill set all of your wreck lass hate of anger ablaze. with all of your names. you will remember me. and you will send her back.