AssassinBrandy mist and severed moonlight T’was a scorching day; the room is packed tight Of larrikins, wishing to drown their exhaustion in thick beerAssassin
And I, dressed top to toe in black Scuttle my way towards the back Where fresh air flows more freely but contempt hangs in the skies
To many, these moods would astound But here’s my favoured hunting ground Where my services are offered to those abundant in cold cash
And Hark! I am in luck today A hapless victim led astray By jealousy, greed, rivalry; as if I really care
The arrangement sealed by a silen
Orlando
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I didn't kill it. The haemorrhaging did.
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I didn't kill it. The haemorrhaging did.
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