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Murder Me

If it will help you sleep at night,

If it will leave you with no regret,

If makes you proud,

Murder me,

If you do,

Remember that you took a life of he whose will was to live.

May the memory of how you took my life last in your soul.

True, this life will end,

But best my work will be treasured,

My soul will be missed.

I’m no perfect soul I know ‘least I learn to grow’.

Sooner or later you will call on me,

Most when you need me,

Then, it will be of greater need to you leaning on me.

But when I’m gone I pray to see you burn in hell.

Like a monkey I pray to swing on the trees of the sky above,

So I will keep track of your foot steps on the ground of the earth,

Then witness my blood on your hands turning your life upside down,

As your life will fed horror, that will be zephyr on my skin

But I pray that time when you wash your hands it be my blood running out of the tap.

09/01/2015

BY MR S ZULU
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