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Murdered but no grave
The mind thought murder was out of my blood,
my hands no more stains of blood,
but this time the death was justified
and had a reason for being what it had become,
in the liquid water substance two man stand,
in one pure hate
the other totally love
but still the killer instinct in his eyes he haves,
right hand straight to the chin,
the water drops reality sits in,
slashes and slashes of punches,
sharp objects wanting to feed out of the flesh
a great struggle goes out,
the time passes,
a struggle in the room
thats now close still goes on,
the sun comes down, door opens is dark,
someone in a dark bag is dragged,
the survivor digs a whole,
in the stone he carves but before he could write,
the bag open, I wont go down,
the struggle once again,
I am CHE takes more than that to put me down,
I realized I am Mr. Smiley and I fucken enjoy life,
so I get his neck began to choke he only laughs,
I get the filero stab his back,
he says what you think that going to do,
but since I am him I know the weakness,
his body in my hands are,
I throw him down to his resting place,
the shovel with mothers nature soil is covered
but it can cover his body
the more I throw nothing
I try to write his name nothing,
with a smile from the grave he smiles,
you killed me yes you did,
but I cant be cover,
this is a resting place,
not a funeral man,
Mr. smiley simon I am going to be,
as I see CHE buried resting in his grave,
but I will keep a watch so he can never come out,
I killed once again
but I still can buried
or in the stone write his name
