The Door
They take my friend into a room.
He says oh, fine, love the perfume.
We hear her scream in that room for we are next
to be rapped then doomed.
I go in and I try to fight.
The man holds me down with all his might.
I cannot scream, I cannot fight.
I think of something else that might.
I cannot move I am restained.
He is done Ive had my pain.
He takes a gun up to my head.
Bam,
Now I am dead.
I cannot feel any pain any more.
He goes out and shuts the door.
He says oh, fine, love the perfume.
We hear her scream in that room for we are next
to be rapped then doomed.
I go in and I try to fight.
The man holds me down with all his might.
I cannot scream, I cannot fight.
I think of something else that might.
I cannot move I am restained.
He is done Ive had my pain.
He takes a gun up to my head.
Bam,
Now I am dead.
I cannot feel any pain any more.
He goes out and shuts the door.
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