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Feb 2014
Justice lay dead
Lying on the floor
The three that died inside

All I felt was
Desperation
I wish I could deny
The bullets that would
Hail around
Still felt me yet alive
I still lived
But for a reason
A bloodlust deep inside

I took my gun
And went to war
I killed till none survived
Looked around
There were a million smiles
As though it was divine

But justice lay dead
On the floor
And I saw my face inside
Demons My Divine
But I'm his own criminal
Jimmy Solanki
Written by
Jimmy Solanki  Baroda
(Baroda)   
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