Epitaph
I don't like gays, but it is wrong
to kill the people any way
And now they're gone, they all are gone,
The other colours paint the day.
Oh, he whose name I do not know
pulled trigger and released the death,
The bullets made the bloody show,
Nobody heard their last one breath.
I don't like gays, but I'm the man
and I regret like other do,
Regret - the only thing we can,
Regret and nothing, it is true.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016
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