Endless Song october 20 M was a soldier he was a dead shot he hit the bull every time they put him with the snipers his talent was noticed his name was passed to the local mafia they said: here is a packet for M - he became a hitman someone walked behind him if he chickened to put a bullet in his head M was professional he put eighteen bullets in the heads of eighteen men - hes a quiet feller he helps his friends he listens to the street guitarists to calm his nerves he thinks of his mama and tears stream his face he works in a car wash for thirty pounds a day sores cover his hands from the detergents - even so he tells me his hands are still dirty
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 11:07:00 +0000
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