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[aid] => mick
[title] => ::Shot Up in Smoke::
[time] => 2005-04-22 12:45:38
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[bodytext] => He loads his gun, He loads his pride. He holds his pistol, By his side. He pulls down the hammer. He gets into the car. He can't turn back now, He has got so far. Heart black as his skin, Bullets bronze like the sun. This was it, Now his plan is done. He pulls the trigger once... Then twice, three times, bang! This is how he was raised, The true life of a gang. Then it happened, Sirens and alarms astounded. Then not before long, The whole street got surrounded. He ran ran away, They caught up fast. Then he was caught in the dead hand of the past. The cops came in, He was now in defeat. But he still faught As they shot him off his feet. This ain't funny, Nor is it a joke. Just about a man, Who was shot up in smoke. He picked the wrong choice. He screamed as he was shot in the head. Blood on the street, Now he is dead. --Evan L.-- more of my poetry at: thepoemsofsorrow.com [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => thepos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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