Woe be gun 
 

Some days are loaded like a gun
All chambers filled with woe
Spinning barrel, spinning time
Slip the finger on the trigger
Slap the spin dead stop
Aim the damn thing
Seize the moment
End the torment
Fire at random
At the playing field
Chambers burst forth
Spewing pain and death
Hear the anguish
Feel the sorrow
Fire at random
Upwards, onwards
Now the sky is bleeding
Tears to wash away the woe