Master

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The screeching sound of the tires
are followed by their screams
they were nothing more
than human beings

They may be dead
but even with so many friends
not one tear was shed
hatred filled the suspends

For they can no longer insult
or be insulted by reporters
even if it wasn't their fault
they just followed orders

The mastermind is still alive
but no one knows
for money he will strive
and his slave follows

He's gotten away with many things
enjoying all the blood
with no end to their sufferings
as a kid they threw him with mud

Now it's their time to pay
and he shall rise
for mercy they'll pray
and bleed through their eyes

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It's a bit brutal, but there are people that like this... Please comment what kind of poems you like so I can add them ;)

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