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Living Dead
Mysterious me I'm mysterious, secretive,evasive No friends, very little family A Nomad traveling from city to city State to state, country to country No ties or obligations I am free in my own mind. I posses the inability to fear. So I cast myself to lions and wolves Wishing death but I constantly Survive. Gazing down the barrel of a loaded Ak47, I smile and step forward Pressing my head to the warm metal. The enemy hesitates to seal my fate. Russian roulette one bullet six holes five tries click, click, click,click,click Most say I'm sick, to some it's a Magic trick, I'm dancing with death Following his footsteps . I'm not a Mad man I'm just offering help. Gang life I've played with the cartels And mafia The triads and yakuza Gangsta disciples Bloods and crips Nick name no soul With a Black heart, my eyes very Cold. Merchant of death to the highest Bidder. Cash, diamonds, or gold What's the price? Ok I'm sold. Military soldier slash henchman what you have captain? Its a dangerous mission, "well hell that's what I been missing" it's too hot for most but I'm Perfect for the kitchen. "HM1 Do you desire to die"? Yes captain, "but why" So I looked in his eye and told the guy " I am who i am" with a loud Battle cry. Traveling the world from coast to coast enemies become friends that Offer up a toast, but to my host I'm a ghost. Mouth closed because I Never boost. I Keep my enemies closer than most. At the end of it all lies six bullet Wounds, nine stab scars, ptsd, Mental problems you can't see, Self mutilation because my injuries Are neck deep. I can't weep I can't sleep I guess death killed me without Moving a feet.
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