I blew his brains out

A drug dealer's drugs killed my son.

I went after that bastard with a gun.

What he did to people was a disgrace.

He laughed when I confronted him so I shot him in the face.

Now I'm in prison but I don't regret what I did.

That animal will never be able to kill anymore kids.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem. People should never take the law into their own hands.

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