Bullet
I have a name
Im meant for somebody in this world.
Faulted by mans hand
I am now damned.
Premeditated actions make me
burn your insides like fire
Has atheists scream for our heavenly father.
After we meet youre given a Second chance or your
First chance to meet an Angel.
Wake Up.
Copyright © Reggie Roman | Year Posted 2017
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