I was Jones,
Now six feet underground,
Just a bag of bones,
From me there’s not a sound.
It’s too bad,
The end came so soon.
It’s quite sad,
To occur one night in June.
Footsteps I could hear,
In a second, got waylaid.
Heaven’s Gate came near,
Before anything was said.
Didn’t know what happened,
Felt the stab of a sharp object.
It was all too sudden,
But why was I the subject?
Justice seems far away today.
Though now anger I vent,
Every minute I pray,
For the time to take revenge.
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