![]() Where i'm fromA Poem by nigrum homonculus![]() there was a shooting on my road last year. i remember very well the scene. i just don't get why people do these things.![]() A little ponder from a street of bother. This life I live is rife with trips. To and from the afterlife, the aftermath of bloodbaths. Shotgun shells, his life now frail. So fragile, so delicate. His chest opened like a waterwell. Yet people have the heart to say this is justified His bloods on the pavement. The situation amplified. To say this is correct, morally an physically. I simply shake my head at that flawed philosophy. To kill for the thrill, because boundaries were ignored. I would love to see a badman do that on a real life army
tour. But where im from this is daily, Like a snake in high grass. A life ends every day, because some youth has no class. Sniper rounds to mac 10s. this isn't call of duty. © 2012 nigrum homonculusFeatured Review
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StatsAuthor![]() nigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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