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weapon X

the gun i held
my soul it shed
the path i walked
the dangers that talked
the weapon in my hand
was carried with grace
the life i took
eyes no longer look
as i fell in the abyss
no longer clear
my mind set chains
as the death gained
from the deed i did
to the innocent kid.




Fri vers av Victor Gundersen
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Publicerad 2013-11-17 21:14



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