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The Man
written by DontFearAConcequence04:38 AM 11/9/04the man slowly dies in a pile on the floor
i guess, cause he aint screaming anymore
shot twice in the head...there lays his brains
no more blood remains in his veins
his eyes are open, i see the fear inside
when i chaced him down the hall, he tried to hide
he was no match for me, i had it all planned out in my head
because this man HAD to be dead
im not a serial killer, im not filled with anger and hate
i needed to kill this man, before it was too late
because he too had a plan, a plan to cause pain
create pain and drive us insane
he's a terrorist, a man who lives to create fear
a man who enjoys watching your tears
these ways of pain and distruction is how he strives
with his mind set on war, ending innocent lives
i took HIS job, i made HIM afraid
i saved the innocent homes he'd invade
i shot him, i really shot and killed that man
but now ill join him with this gun in my hand |
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i wrote this in keyboarding...i never work anymore
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