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Looking back,
the menacing treacherous schemes,
planned in a sequence,
to make the attack.
It started like a joke,
we laughed throughout
holding our coke,
gulping it down our throat,
if only we knew, we would get a choke. painful, burning!
He knew it would hurt, stream through our heart, like a razor, cutting every supply of the only breath we needed most.
holding our coke,
gulping it down our throat,
if only we knew, we would get a choke. painful, burning!
He knew it would hurt, stream through our heart, like a razor, cutting every supply of the only breath we needed most.
Now it's gone, it was low-cost, he said;
he liked the idea. "even soda is toxic", he murmured.
Fear gripped my heart, eyes roaming frantically, bit and bit crushing.
I was dying and he knew what he had done.
I was dying and he knew what he had done.
No, it wasn't the gun nothing messy to tamper with this idea.
He chuckled so loudly because he liked, really liked, what he had done.
Now, i am fading away, because he spiked the only thing he liked.
The cold soda drink.
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