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A sister's greed
My sister, why must I die?
Sister, my sister, why did you kill me,
And that for money.
You put poison in my tea,
So you can claim the insurance fees.
Sister, my sister, why must I die?
You hired men to beat me up,
Left me to die,
And then you told lies.
You could have safe me,
But instead you wanted me death.
Our sister, why did you kill us?
And that for greed and your money lust.
Now our souls cannot rest in peace,
Until you pay the price for your deeds.
Sister, we are just wondering around,
Waiting for our bodies to be found.
You have to pay and rot in jail.
Copyright ©
Roebain Christians
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