A smoking gun.
Let’s have some fun.
The dark shadows grow near.
My skin prickles with fear.
I’ll fight to the bitter end.
No matter if you’re a friend.
I know you’re back for me.
You’ll never set me free.
Come closer to me, buddy.
The waters will soon muddy.
The ocean will flow red.
You have now made your bed.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
SUSANNE LEIST 
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