Killer - Poem by Ken Bennight
three clicks dead.
One shot one kill,
take out the head.
Dig a hole to have a bed,
cry myself to sleep.
Hell don't want a man like me,
Heaven cant take me this I see.
I'm doomed forever to this earth,
a spirit kicking up the dirt.
Life's not yet begin to hurt,
the killing has just started.
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