The blood that trickles from my veins,

A long life, thrown down the drains,

The coldness in my killer's eye,

Scream to him "Don't let me die".

No mercy does this poor man see,

He holds no faith in society,

The murderous beast full of joy,

A killer, a man he had trusted.

A wife will be crying in sorrow,

A friend sobbing in grief,

A baby left alone there,

No father to see.

The End

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