You have a handicap

it's an extension of

that you use instead of

exposing your feelings

You're staring at me through cross hair eyes

You're thoughts are powerless

to the death that you hold

in the palm of your hand

it's your false sense of security

I can control everything

i will give you your likfe

i can take it away

i will pass my judgement

But who will protect me if i won't choose your way

I put this gun in your hand

You should go do the right thing

and turn this gun on yourself

along with the rest of your clones

for the sake of society and do us all a favor

go ahead i dare ya!