English poetry by Hellburn

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Murder

You know, I killed the man
With smile on my face;
Threw his corpse into den
My mind’s deepest place.

I hear his scream
Still echoing inside;
And yes – we were a team;
And yes – we really tried.

But there could be only one
So one of us had to die.
I killed him with my cold blood
To keep my own eyes dry.


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