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Jun 2019
Born out of darkness
Sworn to be heartless
Torn down to small bits
Horns on a savage
Thorns deep in my head.
Mourn for the undead,
Formed all *******
Arms around their neck
Charmed into breaking them.
Because,
killing for me is evident
Don't you see the evidence
Gun residue from the next door residence..

With blood on my hands
I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran.
Didn't ever think I'd **** another man,
Dam, can I say it's self defense
would that even make some sense,
As he stood there weapon less.
Deep down I knew it was me or him.
So I started shooting
eyes close tight I didn't wanna do it.
What can we do tho
when devil keeps pushing
momma told me be careful where you point it.
I should've listened.
I should've listened.
I should've listened.
Now a family out there has a tragedy,
Cause their son is missing.
We're all a victim,
that's what I'll say as I plee innocent...
If a gun fell at your feet during a fight and you know it was you or him,
you'd pull the trigger to save your life from the fear of death we hold within.
If you say otherwise that's a fudging lie
Everyone wants to be alive.
So yeah I took his life
I'd do it again, twice!
Fudge it thrice!
anything to stay alive..

With ****** hands.
he's running, dam.
One last time to see his fam
tell his momma he's sorry
Let her know his story,
media outlets turn everything ugly..
So he's running all these thoughts rushing
his hearts pumping
that's when he hears the sound of a gun cocking.
Bang!
Everything stops then.

To be continued...
Written by
Anthony Collazo  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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