There Was a Man
In the eyes of another
Your presence floats
A memory belongs to short-termed
Whether you were killed or survived
Nothing significant
Blue fingers
Sad and wicked
All there is to know
Is dead and lifeless
What punishment shall be sentenced to the wrong doers?
Executed? Mutilated? Burn?
Or simply just act as if it was an accident and be free?
Death, definitely is the easier way
Cry him a river
And so I shall because I know
He was a great man
Worth mentioning, no, he is to cry for, he is to die for
The dead were once a person
Until the fated moment that God has decided
Waving our hands for goodbyes
Though our hearts, clouds angry, hatred and bereavement
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