R.I.PA Poem by RTBThe pierce of the bullet, the sound I regret, The stain of his blood, the mark god's repent,
I will not forgive him he takes them so young, My best friends pain at the end of the gun,
He cries and he moans, he tells me his hurt, I wipe away the tear, the blood mixed with dirt,
My heart is now strangled, my soul tore to shreds, Calling out for help for my undeserving friend,
I did this to my pal and I deserved the shot, Instead he was taken from the greed that I sought,
What was the cause, why did it end in sorrow, I see it drain from his eyes, his life, now god's to borrow © 2010 RTBAuthor's Note
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