A Trillion Shell Casings...the code of the hammer rests asured on the shoulders..baring arms the gun soldiers..on the planet murkery shellstalations fall constant..may your gun stay clipped and off- safety..even the concretes mad at me for all the shells i dropped..my methods of murking are handmade..my way of dying is natural..dont sleep on my dead thoughts..pacing unalive steps my walk..this is dead speechy i speak what the dead talk..dead poet society..justice for murkery..get well acqainted..Black Napalm A Trillion Shell Casings..Bc