Charisma Hishaw

Rookie (2-6-89 / Oklahoma)

My Fallen Friend

Goes your bloody corpse
Perhaps to take your last breath as you come in contact with the ground
Or perhaps to suffer as I smile and taste the sweet crimson liquid against the ice cold metal
You were once my friend
But ALL good things have to come to an end
You chose to suffer
You chose to know the true meaning of a backstabber

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