Submitted by : For the love of Allah on Death

you nearly finished work

you get a phonecall

theres fifty guys outside waiting with wepons so tall

they said the're gonna kill you

chop you into bits

what would you do

what you think

maybe constantly think how did it get to this

time for a plan

time to prepare

what am i gona do to get myself out of here

without them touching me, not harming a hair

but this is just a poem so you cant realy care
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but the angel of deaths really waiting

PREPARE!!!