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chose the Sequence of Death-topic
muphuck u if u don't-show..
I stood up ..took a leak, and tried retrieve what occurred
i didn't know where I was ..and still my mind was blurred
this was absurd ..i looked around ..but no one was to see
I slowly approached the window ..the sight frightened me
an endless line of people ..crying and shouting furiously
my eyes couldn't depose this audience of reposed rage
yet, nothing disclosed that it was me exposed on stage
I laid away this audience ..trying desperately focusing behind
but my head wouldn't rest from one imagery ..circuiting my mind
was it felt, dreamt or known? ..my head wasn't to be trusted upon
my envisioned imagery was of a black car ..and the name John
and that was all ..but this unperfect picture kept on intervening
..to a point of convening this sight ..beeing of a higher meaning
I kept picturing this John, once a happy man ..a stranger to failure
maybe I was the reason his success went on ..this stale spur?
but how did I know he was happy? ..I really didn't
I just had this notion ..despite that the clearity was hidden
I tried visualizing this car ..it was blue ..maybe black I'm thinkin
..the picture is starting to sink in ..it was topless ..maybe a Lincoln?
..or a Caddy? ..I'm not sure, but my mind appears more steady
suddenly the door unlocks..four men enter..one says: "are you ready?"
.."ready for what?" was the first steady thought ..I nodded kindly
this odd squad just might be my save ..I followed them blindly
they covered my head with sheets, while my arms ached by handcuffs
a mistake of grand cause?..I wasn't sure, but ready to take stand..rough
sorted air my lungs filled in, while I was escorted bare out of the building
crowd shouting outside; the atmosphere were tense, building ..I still think
they cascaded me in their car to stay, the vehicle crusaded far away..
couldn't let go this cage with echoes of rage that faded like our portray..
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this dessert day too hot, too humid..even the mosquitos fled out bruisin
as the car, containing these four.. and me ..raved with no delusion
I searched for answers, but the questions appeared even more confusing
what had I done, so bruising, that made us in this dessert cruising?
the trip took one hour, maybe two..the air was shady, mainly dew
I tried to ask, obliged for tasks..but they just swayed "we know you knew"
..a confusion passed new levels..was I in hell, and they grasped to devils?
and if so; could this step kill? ..was I already dead? ..I masked the revel
I woke up, quite sheer and mystic ..was this all a nightmare, so realistic?
it all seemed so optimistic..and then "get out of the car" was his linguistic..
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the crowd of savage was bound to damage ..they surrounded our car
profound with scar..the men came instantly and renowned the mob far
the quite opposite from a star, since cheers was replaced with yells
..what the hell; I raised my hands, so swell..the response was rather dwell
“ok, enough now..” proclaimed the men sedately as we entered the doors
I ventured with gore, the four men walked behind as we centred the core
never before, nor after had I seen this amount of people..and no laughter
the hallway was obese; reporters and police.. a man came; “your hat, sir”
and before I could react, the blood-pour was a fact ..I breathe..hardly
.. the last words I ever heard was ..”don’t you die, Lee Harvey!”
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