Slice
Rip
Tear
Conceil the punishment,
harsh and unfair.
A long faced jury.
A heart without care.
We hold our hands bound.
Shot of a gun.
One cry per round.
The dark deed is done.
As you start dieing,
I hold you in my arms.
You'r closeing eyes crying,
return to the dark.
As there you lay,
in your blood drenched dress,
saying the words.
Those words that confess.
"Hold to the heart,
like a word well sung.
The jury is gone.
The verdict is hung."
Our hands no longer bound.
The cigerette lit.
The one shot round,
entered the silent sit.
Please tell me what you think
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