A Murder Tale

January 24, 2011
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With a blade in his hand
He held the life of a man,
And with a move of his knife,
He took the man’s life.
He sat in a jail,
His conscious telling a murder tale.
With tears down her face,
She cried for her sons place,
And with a lost cause,
Her life too, was lost.
Now here sat the man,
That with a move of a his knife,
Had taken a son’s life,
And pulled the trigger,
On the heart of a mother.





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