Two bad boys
Playing blinds man bluff
Both armed and dangerous
The mind is infected

As the mud crawls like roaches on the skin
They continue to play
In front of two homes of laughter and memories
These bad boys go to war

Now victory is won
A young mans, face lean against a building
Showing eyes yelling evil spirits
Soft prickly serial killer hair

Its lips red from sucking souls
The day has turned dawn
War is over and the whistle is blown
Cocked guns are now down

The Olive Branch is laid
Family can now be at rest
Until tomorrows’ water fight