Your mouth bleeds as your cracked teeth stumble over useless apologies. "i'm sorry. I'm sorry" that doesn't matter now. no, it probably never did. "HA HA HA" these clowns laugh in your blood stained face. Somehow while they were preparing the concrete you sunk to your knees to pray to the god you never believed in in the first place. Whispers of prayers quickly became screams as they stuck your feet in concrete blocks chained you up and sunk you at the bottom of the river.
Currently watching the A-Team and there is mobsters on it. So thanks to the A-Team this poem fell out of my head.