David Joel Rodriguez
The Messenger (2005) (R) - Poem by David Joel Rodriguez
Many ways have I thought of slicing you up.
You have hurt me more than a thousand times.
Don't try to run to your family and friends,
Because you will only get them killed.
You always considered me being a bluff.
There is nothing you can do about this crime.
Like a chickenshit, I'll get you from behind.
While you're on the ground, you'll witness yourself get peeled.
You never knew when enough was enough.
Now is my chance to cut you a thousand times.
No one will recognize you, not even your family or friends.
Besides, you'll be dead anyway, so I'll never be revealed....
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