I,
Had to kill you.
The,
Look I gave you was too threatening.
My,
Eyes had too much hate.
Too much,
Bloodlust.
And,
Though such was not directed towards you.
This,
System has altered the weak.
For,
You weak beings now believe you shoot,
In order to breathe.
You shoot,
Even if you simply feel threatening energy.
You shoot,
For the police in this system shoots everyone,
Why shall you exist different?
Especially,
When one fits the pigment?
Black,
Brown,
Shoot em down.
Stand proud,
As you shoot entities in backs running from,
a house.
For,
Of course war is now.
Law,
Tomorrow.
Death,
Follows all,
I'll be one to make sure all,
Shall follow.
So,
Pon me staring in your eyes.
In this country,
Deem such,
Your moment to die.
For,
Twas I,
Constantly shot.
Twas I,
Which shall face every cop.
Twas I,
Which exist as,
The most,
Threatening...
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