Fools
Night and day
The slaughtering happens anyway
It is by no means a friendly meeting
The gangs are competing
These fools
have many rules
killing people daily is their motto
almost like playing the lotto
Day after day
The gangs must have their way
not giving a dime who they slay
theirs is the only way.
Last weekend 7 people were slain
Family members had to bear the pain
Why all the killing?
It is so unfulfilling
The gangs will not stop the killing
Does not matter how unfulfilling
They will carry on unhindered
They will carry on hindered
The gang bosses
Really hates losses
They will kill their own staff
And about it, even laugh.
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