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Last Thoughts


Staring at the muzzle of the gun

I think to myself

What did I do wrong?

The prayers, the book, the prophet, the angel

I had it all

Yet, here I stand

At the whim of a madman

Stripped of everything I call life

Stripped even of a death with dignity

Waiting in unspeakable agony

For sound of betrayal to mark my death