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Nov 2015
May the Devils  blessing be upon  you
Curse be upon you


This are the prayers that am left with
It is bad
It was bad, crafted so bad
I couldn't breathe  

It's raining outside
I can't think
I can't see anything

Mine innocence taken
And bullets am given

I have a family
I had a family
am not retreating
am not surrendering

I've  seen people **** people
But i shot her just to save her


If i told you my story
They'll think am a beast
they'll believe that I am the  devil
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