Poem Hunter


You remember the dark, the pain
You remember her, before her time ran out.

You remember the time you were happy,
But now so sad.

You remember what YOU did,
You remember their death,
As the bullet hit their heads

Now you burn in hell
it's your fault
you did it.

So burn, burn in hell.

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I like it...very morbid...