Blood money poem

Blood money poem

Lipstick kisses, the streets late at night,
holding hands in the city, as money changes hands,
and bullets are loaded in a gun,
ready to administer a contract on a life.
Now what is it to be a killer?
And what is it that brings you to such a state of mind?
To such a state of wickedness and inhumanity,
earning money through greed, and from depravity,
yes, you with a coldness of heart,
and a dark minded mentality, you walk the path of death,
and have forgotten the value of life, and what it meant.
For you revel in the money and with blood on your hands,
you will want more, when the money is spent,
and when the hole in your wallet,
is burning a hole in your mind,
you will not hesitate to kill another,
and continue to enjoy your life.

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