Beholden

Well he
He came from the city
Walked along your streets
Carrying a Kalashnikov
Spoke to you of peace
Made love to your mother
Then walked off
With your niece
Left behind a bible
And tub of feta cheese

Two decades
They have passed
Though it seems
No time at all
You go to do your shopping
See him standing tall
Kalashnikov in hand
Dead bodies fill the mall

I walk toward you slowly
Wipe a knife across my jeans
To you a thing of beauty
You heart bled in your chest
If the things you never had
You knew I was the best

Well I
I walk back to the city
Your bloody hand in mine
While I just keep thinking of
The joy you left behind

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