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His Blood, Your hands

I won’t say he was the best
He most definite won’t the worse
But he was a human being
Who didn’t deserve to get hurt

To walk in his house with help
Knowing you wouldn’t go by yourself
You wanted to over power him
That is why you came with them

You could had made a different
Could have kept it a simple fight
Instead you made your own decision
And decided to take his life

Let’s start from the beginning
From the moment you 3 walk in
Cursing, fighting just wasn’t enough
You pull the guns on him

Even took another gun
And beat him down with it
It's hard for me to picture this
But this is how it went

At that point you didn’t care
You had the best of him
I guess you prove how bad you were
So you continue to torture him

When all was done and it was over
You headed for the door
Then he moan you heard him groan
So you turn around for more

And just that fast you shot him down
Completing your ambition
Even though you thought it was all his fault
You didn’t have to fire that ammunition

Nevertheless it is said and done
Nothing can bring him back
But if $20.00 would have save his life
I would have gave you that

So thank you so much for destroying our lives
Taking my son father, who now sit and cries

Yes it is hard for us to forgive
But we all will be praying for you
We hope one day you will understand
JAKE HAIRSTON blood is now on your HANDS
Written by zdlove1
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