Oh so sick, oh so sad, oh so mentally unstable. Four cowardly shots in the back, Like four knives in the back of peace, Thrown by hate itself. Set's our chances back, back, back even further. So close and yet so far. So unfair, so not right, so unreal. For soon his evil eyes will meet daylight again. He'll leave without the voices in his head Preaching words giving the same message as the one he planed for years to kill. A leopard never changes it's spots, a cheater can fool the world. As he arises, let's only hope, There'll be someone to give "us" justice. To put a knife in the back of hatred, And send it down, down, down beneath the earth And bring our chances closer.
Reason for writing:
the release of Lennon's killer
Birth sign: Aquarius
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