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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