04-05-2008, 07:18 AM
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Name: William Gregory Conner
Last Online: 04-11-2008 09:13 AM
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Murder
Something scratches beneath the coffin lid
A restless soul who misses his kid
Two years passed since they put him in this hole
Now that he's dead, he shouldn't care what they stole
His child is silent, cold and uncaring
He just stares at the sky, never stops staring
Since they took away his father, his heart had stopped beating
The boy shows no emotion, but inside he's always weeping
The shooter looks to his gun, then says with a frown
"Thats not the way it was supposed to go down"
Because of him, a boy lost his father
He was now a killer, and not only a robber
One died, one cried, one never testified
In court he confessed, not once had he lied
In his grave he still sobs, despite the bullet in his skull
At home he always stares with eyes cold, callous, and dull
Blood, tears, and years of regret
On this fatefull night that none will forget
It wont disappear, even with time
You can't undo murder, can't erase this crime
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