Rusty Knife
The job is done
Bruises and broken bones
He will live to see another day
"Just end him already" chants the crowd
F*cking psychopaths
Poor guy got what he deserved
Lucky him I made up my mind already
How sick you have got to be
To yell like that for a blood bath
He made his mistakes like everyone else
And yet, people act like judges
His kite really got struck by a sudden gust
A bulge on the side of his hip caught my eye
It was his perfectly polished and cocked back pistol
Unfortunately for him, his string was fragile
His Beretta had a glare
Shiny enough to change my mind...
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