Touching, Touching, Touching
The body of the killer
The ground after the bullet hit me
Feeling my mother holding me and crying
Tasting, Tasting, Tasting
The blood dripping in my mouth
The dirt on the ground
And the teard of my mother
Hearing, Hearing, Hearing
God tell me that I am going to be okay
The panic of everyone around me
The killer telling me that I should have hated God
Smelling, Smelling, Smelling
The blood dripping off my nose
The sweetness of my mother
And the fear of my father, the killer
Seeing, Seeing, Seeing
The bright light of God
The one who holds and cares for all
My family for the last time |
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