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Moonshine

Today the sun is shining
Tonite there will be a bad moon rising
It is killing season
As usual for no reason

One member split on one of their own 
They going to catch him and take him down
They going to take him down to the river
And remove his liver.

As the member shakes and shiver
He thinks about the river
A famous place to kill a member
That he can clearly remember

He remembers the begging for a life
Against the victims neck a big knife
He can’t avoid the outcome
In the gang’s eyes he is scum

Now the moon is rising
And the gang is full of despising
He knows they going to cut him down to size
As he cries

How can he convince them
To spare him
The gang catches up with him
His future looks very grim.

He beg’s to be forgiven
But the gang is driven
They want to see his death
See him take his last breath

The next day he is found
Hands and feet bound
Laying on the ground
His liver could not be found.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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