Aidin Azarkerdar

(9/11/1987 / Iran)

the world of killers


a killer to killed by a gun
when he counting a body of one his murder
a killer with a gun
behind our killer under sun
she have seen his job
she looked at him and his murder
she shot a bullet to his heart
he died
she looked at his blood
two murder in the park
one killer above them
looked at them
and again she killed with a gun
one killer hidden behind the wall
he killed her
with a snip
snipper behind the wall on the roof
looked at bodies in the park
he died too
with a bomb
into his bag

killer after killer
to killing oldest killers
the wild world
with the killers
requested one human between this animals
this killers

Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2008

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