Murder Poem by Ashley Young
Murder
Murder courses through my vains
You put me through so much pain
And know i want you dead
A bullet in your head
I see your blood crimson and red
made me happy now that your dead
I murdered you, i planned it all out
I stabed you in the lung so you couldnt shout
And when i saw your vary last breath
I sighed in relife
who knew my pain would end in death
This last line is one of the most profound lines in the language. Who knew, indeed? Who knows? Does it? On the answer to that question, lies the destiny of mankind. That line, is worth 8, all by itself. GW62
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4/19/2024 1:20:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So he should have you 10... I will.