In my hand, a smoking gun
Another job has been done.
Just More blood to be cleaned,
from another dying fiend.
Just more screams to haunt my head,
some are the innocent that are dead.
Plead for forgiveness, is that right?
Not right now, not tonight.
Help me god, help me now,
to clean my slate, tell me how.
Just another assassin's deed.
Not to help the people to be freed
Quite the opposite, yes indeed.
It's just another Assassin's deed.
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Poems i wrote. They are dark, unexpected, and the real me. Can you handle it? Thou Shall Read Poems If Thou Dares To.
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