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I remember

The first time I layed eyes on her

Broken soul...

It's a shame

The things humans have the audacity

To do to each other -

As her smile cried

"It's not my fault"

I introduced myself, heavy with sincerity.

Her name was Angel.

And how ironic,

Because you would assume

That her name alone

Would gurantee her

A better life than that -



I remember the first time I met him,

My heart pounding with anger

From the danger he has put himself in.

He smiled in my face

And stuck out his hand

Seeming to e a sincere man

But as I squeezed his hand

I could not escape the thought

Of him living another day...

But the fear in her eyes

Forced a normal greeting out of me.



Dinner came from hands and sweat

That deserved more...

As he gobbled his food down

Like he expected it to be

Just as damn good tomorrow -



Yeah, I remember the first time I met him.

My heart pounding with anger

From the danger he has put himself in.

He smiled in my face

And stuck out his hand

Seeming to be a sincere man

But as I reached to squeeze

That muthafuckas hand again

I could not escape the thought

Of him living another day

Touching her another night

Her dying another night,

Her crying another night...



So I punched that muthafucka

In his nose with all my might

And began this fight to the death.

I stomped that muthafucka

To the blood she bled

And I sent that muthafucka to rest

In his death bed...



And that night she cried anyway,

As I ran away,

Broken.