I have four eyes, you see just two,
I’m not surprised, you think am mad.
I choose this eve, to set things straight,
I have a gun, beneath my seat.
I choose a name, it’s not the same,
It’s full of fame, I hate my shame,
I’ll play no game, because of rain,
I find there’s pain, afraid of blame.
They think me wrong, but am not gone,
I walk alone, am in my zone,
They look around, unable to find,
I hide deep down, and make no sound.
I love the dark, it has an ark,
I see him move, the light is dome,
I take my aim, he sense no change,
A flash alert, he drops and bleeds,
This time I won, but on New Year’s eve.
Julius Fa,
©2015
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