October 13, 2017

There was only work, work was our school,
You dug the brown earth without a tool.
I saw my mother lined up and shot
Her body left to stink and rot;
I heard my father cry out in pain,
They left him bleeding where he laid
Finally he bled to death, his face froze in pain
like a drop of water out in the glacier mountains,
And with that, i watched him let out his final breath
I swore revenge in that breath
I wouldn’t stop
Until each of the men lifelessly drop
From there I set out to kill
Took seek revenge without a doubt
Little did i know,
I was following their steps.

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