You have a knife to your back
And a gun to your head
Its time to reconsider
The ones you call friends
An oracle of death
Forsees your last breath
As the bullet strikes your brain
Blood splatters the window frame
But in the end you feel no more... Pain
So take this foreboding as no game
It'll put you straight to shame
And you'll have nobody to... Blame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Yes! Wreckless life. Nice work with muse of the things seen around you.