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No Forgiveness |
| Written by Amatayo | |
| Monday, 25 August 2008 | |
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I feel that the needle is all that I have to make them blind. Every shot in the arm it makes me fly. But every shot in the arm makes my dear wife cry. But she does not understand what it takes. To work all day around people who are fake. So to ease the pain I get a little. And her feelings I do have to belittle. Until that night it all went wrong. For I proved to be great and extremely strong. For a man he broke right into my home. And I heard his noises as he roamed. Standing up I drew my bat. And swung it until I heard a splat. Seeing as his motion ceased. I drop the bat and went to sleep. Waking up I felt the strain. The after effects of the needles pain. So I start to walk down my hall. I see a trail of blood across the walls. As the memory's of the night flood back. I remember the man I killed with my bat. Then suddenly I remembered it all. For it was my wifes blood on the wall. Copyright 2008 Amatayo |
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