Sights are locked and dumbass is in progress.
You've got eyes
But you've never seen a vision
You're accurate
But it's mediocre precision
It's no miracle
No cellular division
Your eye's on the ball
But it's a disco
What happened to substance
It only comes in rare glints
When was since?
Nobody taking metaphorical hints
Sights are locked and dumdass is in progress.
Are you standing in it's crosshairs?
The End
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