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      You (Dedicated to Virginia Tech)

       By Dana Rettig and Walter P.O.P. Monroe





(Victim)



You took my life.

You destroyed my soul.



You killed my dreams.

Now, I’ll never reach my goals.



You have denied your issues.

You have hidden your true colors until now.



Everything was fine until I heard the gun go “POW”!



I was in shock when I saw that gun in your palm.

Now, because of you, I’ll never get a chance to see my mother embrace me w/ open arms.



I’ll never see my sister get married.

I’ll never see my brother graduate.



I’ll never see my mother get a new job.

And I’ll never see my father get a raise.



I’ll never get a chance to tell my lover my true approach.

I am no longer a being; I am a ghost.



I am angry, alone, and in pain.

Too bad I’ll never see the sun rise again.



Why did u kill me?

I was doing great until u came around.



Instead of graduating w/ honors; I am now six feet underground.

I could blame you for this mess but I am not.



I’m going to let God decide your doom.

Too bad I had to die so young, so soon.









The Killer



Where were you God when I needed soothing?

Anger courses through me, now I’m going to kill everything moving



It’s like a war movie my bullets pour like a fiery rain

For a moment this nobody feels like a king that reigns



Bow down motherfuckers!! Get on your fucking Knees

Your slaves in my eyes so let me set you free



I’m so sick of this life, so I will become death

I am the cold reaper that will suck away your breath



I am beyond upset; I’ve become numb at this killing

I no longer feel human, I am devoid of feeling



I’ve been screaming to my top of my lungs, but no one hears me

When pull out these nines now everyone fears me



Everyone runs, I am like God when I come

So step aside there will be no return for what has begun



I kill you because your life and Mine is a waste

I kill you because I love the taste



Hate in me penetrates

It violently takes over, I feel raped



My Soul has darkened blacker than filth itself

Feel my wrath now you fuckers!!! God I no longer want your help



Through the school I want to pillage

See all of the blood spillage



I want to see to see a complete holocaust of the village

Die !  Die ! Die!



Murder Is becoming my High my Drug

My eyes get bigger releasing these slugs!



3 shots no less to make sure your dead

I stand in awe of what I’ve done, in hallways of red



I kill you now because I hate me and I hate you

I kill you now because I don’t know what else to do



I kill you now because no one heard my cries

I kill myself now, time to say goodbye



Goodbye this voices in my head I can no longer take…

…Lord please help…wait…



(Gunshot) BANG!!!!!!

It’s too late.



P.O.P.



(Victim)



  You are so full of shit; it’s a crying shame!

   That you would actually believe that we are the ones to blame.



    You blame everyone else for your errors when you’re the one w/ the gun.

     You can’t ask God 4 help, because what’s done is done.



       You made your point when u had popped that heat.

        Seems like you’re the one who’s on your knees.



Begging God to let you in, but it’s too late.

God has already decided your fate.



Hence, you are now standing in front of Hell’s gate.



I am going to end this poem by saying, “Karma is truly a mess.”

Sorry to let you go, but I wish u the best.



I have to run and see my Lord.



Always remember: If you live by the sword, you die by the sword!











Victim Dana Rettig

Killer Poet of Pain