All was done,
so I grabbed a gun,
and held my finger on the trigger,
no one would ever figure,
I was ever pull it,
but out came the bullet,
it whipped through the air,
as I sat on the chair,
from the sound my ears rung,
as the bullet collapsed my lung,
everywhere blood was gushing,
and the bullet kept pushing,
right through me,
I seen the letter R.I.P,
flashing right before me eyes,
this was how victor dies,
but I felt the cold sweat instead,
and woke up laying on my bed,
and no longer was in a nightmare,
but alive with a sense of care,
about all those who strive,
to keep this lost soul alive.
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