KristyA Poem by Aswin R Prasad How she became the justice. Rap video too. [Intro] : 'Justice' listed to kill the rusted, To server justice,She was trusted. The one born to christ, She was Kristy, Until she spot the rusted,She stood a mystery. [Chorus] : Her name was Kristy,Her story was a mystery She was never found out unless she wanna be. Her eyes were misty,Hiding all the story If you wanna find out, You better not be weepy. [Verse 1] : She was only eighteen when she was left behind, Caught up in a crime scene where she had to unwind.. 10 years in jail until she got a bail, Through the storm and the hail Got strong and was healed.. Did she really do it? Nothing really seems fit She never had regret, So maybe she did it.. Pitch black night,it was ..Never in her mind, it crossed that she would get caught,spent that night with a corpse. How did she reach there? Things seem unfair The cops didn't even care, Took her straight to the jail.. Running from the shadows, Shadows that had ammo Shooting like we ramble and someone got shot on! No. it was not her, It was her mother Everything seemed blur, she could never recover. Now you know why she stayed,Even till the cops,raid In blood she was bathed,nothing more to explain. And neither did she explain,Are you thinkin' why she didn't ? A lot more to her than this rhyme could ever say.. Her dad was a pedophile, She didn't wanna stay at home, Wanted some lone time and didn't mind the prison room! [Chorus] : Her name was Kristy,Her story was a mystery She was never found out unless she wanna be. Her eyes were misty,Hiding all the story If you wanna find out, You better not be weepy. [Verse 2]: At the age of twenty eight, she got out of prison Her eyes seemed full of hate, she gotta have her revenge! Never even went home,Tensed,Got a syndrome To find them, had to roam .. Never got 'em in her hand.. The scared girl that she was, the one that always lost Was gone forever , A brave one was born.. At the age of twenty nine , She made a lot of headlines But non said her name.. She always was anonymous! Yes, you guessed it right..It was her time to fight She killed one of 'em and three were left to overcome. The kill was on a friday, The same day her mother died For her it was child's play..the hatred only multiplied! [Intro] (repeat) : 'Justice' listed to kill the rusted, To server justice,She was trusted. The one born to christ, She was Kristy, Until she spot the rusted,She stood a mystery. [Chorus] : Her name was Kristy,Her story was a mystery She was never found out unless she wanna be. Her eyes were misty,Hiding all the story If you wanna find out, You better not be weepy. [Verse 3] : Cut her hair, changed her name.. Never ever wanted 'fame' Killed the second one like game, Game she's gonna play again! Fridays were the day to kill. Two more check box , had to fill Fill she did all was chill Chill that she had lost uphill! Got a tattoo of her mom, Not as painful, 'she' was lost! Four bodies left to rot Rot in hell is what they ought! Wanna know her new name ? The name was "Justice".. With a hammer and a nail Kristy killed the rusted! [ Outro ] : Rusted.. They were all busted.. © 2016 Aswin R PrasadAuthor's Note
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Aswin R PrasadPayyanur, Kannur, IndiaAboutI'm 18. I've been writing poems since for a while now..Most of the poems i write are based on my feelings.. The poems i write are mostly unorthodox and i tend to keep it that way! ;) Also love t.. more..Writing
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