He was a martyr or that's what the world made him believe he was.
His heart filled with rage and resentment.
He took his gun, made them count till 3.
They closed their eyes, said their prayers.
The rage in his heart, didn't let his hands tremble a bit.
He looked at those terrified faces and pulled the trigger.
Two bullets, one shot and his sleeves were forever stained red.
Nicely Putted Good Job Done..:-)
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