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Feb 2014
He had no chance they had no face
his gun in his waist having a cup of tea
he did not see them come they moved silently
His phone was his distraction for he was a womaniser
and his wife was no cook or good wife so he never wanted to be there when his children wasn't.
they moved like an owl in the dark of night
but when he looked up it was too late they jumped out
each with an ak-47 shooting as they go he draw his gun but never go to use they took his hands off and shot him in the face but my dad was a warrior you see
he got back up but they shot him in the leg came over his body and let it rip BRAP BRAP BRAP! Thats all was heard they left speedily for they just killed a mafia king heaven knows where they went but they know what they did. All I have now is hate in my heart and I'm searching the war isn't Over for I'm now getting started.
This was in my heart for a while its the execution style  ****** of my dad
Kevin Rodrigues
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   Tahirih Manoo
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