Honorable Death
when it comes night time, i sit with my rifle at my side and wonder how many
lives i have affected with one bullet at a time..
i wonder why we where ever put on the earth, but only to breathe another breath as
another one is taken away......
i dread for the morning air to come... to see the faces of those who will become the past
but all i can do is life for the misery it truly has given
all i can do is think of the quote
" if i live... i will kill you ... if i die you are forgiven
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