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Meeting the devil
There was a boy
A boy without a choice
Because he got called
Called by the devil his voice
Seeing the blue eyed devil
The boy knew his end has come
Soon getting killed
But he kept strong
The icy pair of blue eyes
Looking at this boy
No doubt
Only a gaze full of joy
Pulling the trigger
In a gaze of blackness
He chased a bullet through his brains
Without a spark of sadness
An adrenaline rush remains
Just killed a kid
Without a bit of pain
For the devil it didn’t made sense
His day remained the same
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