[My first kill, how it all started for me]


Tor stands gun clutched,
He could hear the sounds of their screams-
Jus before the rounds touched

They fell like ragdolls,
And he could see their souls float away-
Jus before they saw God

Still in uh daze from the rush,
His conscience fine'lly caughtup wit iz actions-
As the room fell hushed

His first thought was to run,
The look upon their faces was conveyin-
condemnation-he was judged!

"No hope for my soul now,
And I can never be forgiven-
for the folk my gun has shot down!!"

These were his thoughts as he fled
Wit sirens in the distance growin louder-
Wipin tears that he shed