Gail's got a fucking gun.

In the depths of despair, Gail's fury ignites, A storm of revenge, darkness takes flight, Years at Walmart, her toil and her sweat, But they cast her aside, a bitter regret.

Now she's armed with a weapon, fueled by her rage, A twisted path she walks, her intentions engage, But let us remember, violence breeds pain, Seek another way, before it's too late to restrain.

AR-15 in hand, loaded with despair, Gail's heart filled with anguish, beyond repair, But within this chaos, there's still room for grace, To find a different path, to spare the human race.

Let us reach out, offer solace and care, Break the chains of hatred, a chance to repair, For the wounds run deep, in Gail's wounded soul, May love's healing touch help her regain control.

Gail's got a fucking gun.

Gail's Vendetta, a symphony of wrath, Unleashing chaos, walking a darkened path, But in this moment, we must stand tall, Break the cycle of violence, heeding love's call.

Now she's armed with a weapon, fueled by her rage, A twisted path she walks, her intentions engage, But let us remember, violence breeds pain, Seek another way, before it's too late to restrain.

AR-15 in hand, loaded with despair, Gail's heart filled with anguish, beyond repair, But within this chaos, there's still room for grace, To find a different path, to spare the human race.

Let us reach out, offer solace and care, Break the chains of hatred, a chance to repair, For the wounds run deep, in Gail's wounded soul, May love's healing touch help her regain control.

In the face of darkness, let compassion shine, Embrace understanding, and let forgiveness align, For Gail Lewis, may she find peace within, And may the world heal, with love as its kin.

Gail's got a fucking gun.

Gail's got a fucking gun.

Amis Mosal