I saw him writhing in pain,
With dust in his eyes,
And blood on his mouth.
I saw him crying
Desperate to escape,
He was on the sea shore,
A cigarette still held on his hand.
I picked up the gun once again,
And shot him,
And shot him till he was dead,
I took the cigarette from him,
I smoked,
I laughed,
I broke down in tears,
I shouted like mad,
How many more of these little dreams
Do I need to kill?
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