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The Assassin
Contributed by
chinaski
on
Wednesday, 28th May 2008 @ 02:30:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
fictional
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Whatever remains,
in the cold shallow grave,
that grin on his face,
with all the diamonds he gained
for the life of this men.
To him there's no wrong,
it's only his job;
an eye for an eye,
the strongest one survives,
he kills not to die.
The blood on his hands
will wash with the rain,
but his conscience and mind
will not let him rest,
all that guilt inside,
until the gray day he dies.
Copyright ©
chinaski
... [
2008-05-28 14:30:08] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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