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"FLOWER"S"This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Charles | |
| Wednesday, 04 June 2008 | |
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I came home early, with flowers in my hand. I went to the bedroom,she was with another man.
I dropped the flowers, They scattered on the floor. I went to the closet and grabbed my forty four.
Thumb cocked that pistol,put it to her head. I squezzed the trigger, I knew the ***** was dead.
The man started running, he was heading for his knife. With one more shot from my gun, I ended his life.
somebody called the police. They hauled my ass away. Her blood still on my hands what else could I say.
I gave my confession, I would soon pay for my sins. I knew of two dead body's that wouldn't hurt me again.
I stood up in the courtroom, as they read my guilty plea. The system is going to make an example out of me.
I felt the needle go in my arm, as I watched my mother cry. Soon we would be side by side,but first I had to die.
I made my peace with God today, I took it like a man. I went threw those perly gates with flower's in my hand.
Copyright 2008 Charles |
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| Last Updated ( Friday, 06 June 2008 ) |
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