Insane II Justice done
At the top of the hill
His gun still warm
His hands still wet
Covered with the sticky liquid
Dark red
His face still smiling
His victims still dying
His eyes now empty
His soul stopped crying
to be continue..
today 5.07.217 Busk city
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