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Array ( [sid] => 133917 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The final embrace [time] => 2007-04-29 00:07:45 [hometext] => This is a fictional poem [bodytext] => A man just shot fifteen people in this cafe and I had to watch them die.
The only two people he hasn't killed are my son and I.
He says he only has one bullet left and he's aiming his gun at my son's head.
Somehow I'm going to have to convince him to spare my boy and shoot me instead.
I'm begging him to shoot me with his gun.
But he says that he'd rather kill my son.
I just called him a son of a ***** and he just shot me in the chest.
I'm about to die but my son will live and that means I've been blessed.
My son just put his arms around me, it's the last time we'll be able to embrace.
Very soon I'll be gone, gone to a better place. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 13 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

The final embrace

Contributed by randyjohnson on Sunday, 29th April 2007 @ 12:07:45 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

A man just shot fifteen people in this cafe and I had to watch them die.
The only two people he hasn't killed are my son and I.
He says he only has one bullet left and he's aiming his gun at my son's head.
Somehow I'm going to have to convince him to spare my boy and shoot me instead.
I'm begging him to shoot me with his gun.
But he says that he'd rather kill my son.
I just called him a son of a ***** and he just shot me in the chest.
I'm about to die but my son will live and that means I've been blessed.
My son just put his arms around me, it's the last time we'll be able to embrace.
Very soon I'll be gone, gone to a better place.

Copyright © randyjohnson ... [ 2007-04-29 00:07:45]
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Re: The final embrace (User Rating: 1 )
by M-LOU on Sunday, 18th July 2010 @ 04:32:10 PM AEST
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Frightening for sure. Touching for every parent. Good writing! Thanks!

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