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An Eye For An Eye
Your son was a lowlife hooligan. Last year he murdered my son. When it came to having the ability to show mercy, your son sure did lack it. He shot my son right between the eyes because of his expensive jacket. My boy gave him the jacket but he killed him anyway. When I identified my son's body, your son had to pay. Your son wanted to prove to his gang members that he was big and bad. He shot my son in cold blood and returning the favor made me feel glad. Your son was arrested but a bleeding heart judge let him out on bail. A few hours later your son became the victim of a 44 Magnum Shell. I killed him the same exact way that he killed my son, a bullet right between the eyes. I didn't realize that a man could get so much pleasure by seeing another person die. It was an eye for an eye, I pulled my gun on him and it felt so good to shoot. But your son's death isn't good enough for me, I hope he fries in Hell to boot. (This is a fictional poem)
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