• benito 6w

    By unknown writer

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    Who knows if this will be my last
    Maybe in some hours I would be gone
    With the peppers from their guns
    Maybe we should say our last prayers
    For the mischief we've done instead of the Lord's prayer we chant

    Our streets are graveyard with our stained flags
    Death knocks,my heart bleeds
    What if my friend despise me for life?
    Because of gun wounds
    Maybe my dreams is at the brink of abortion
    Because of our monsters called leaders

    But Remember me!
    Tell the generations that will come
    After the aftermath of this
    That a man died with his dream
    With guns,not his sleep