Ab Staple

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A journey of one man, Into the mind of a mass murderer.

Submitted: September 24, 2009

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Ab Staple


In the words of the free

I feel the cold brezze through the trees

The golden brown leaves fall as I walk

A flash in my mind

Brought me back to that time

The time I held a gun

I was young, it as fun

A flash back to reality

Four white walls

Numbers drawn everywhere

Flash, Flash, Flash


I hold a gun

Have fired it twice

The sound oh so nice

One man, Two in the head

People scream and point

Did I do wrong

Thirthteen bulllets left


Flash, flash

Red and blue

What did I Do

Too loud, they shout

I don't hear a word

Thirthteen down to one

So much blood

They should have shut up

SHUT UP!

Shut the fuck up


Ab Staple, Bank CEO Snaps, Kills 12

The headlines read

They did not see

Dead, they were ment to be

I did not snap

I just let out the real me

Well they see me now


I am Ab Staple

In the morning I will be dead

They wont forget

I will always be in their head

Finaly everyone takes me seriously.


Written By Hope Sanders


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