Ryan Allen Stewart


Oh my god what have I done,
in my hand here lays the gun.
A bullet is all it will take,
one shot to the head was all a mistake.
Now I sit here in the state,
my death sentence due at any date.
I wish I never had that gun,
yet I cant take back what I've done.
I stare at the wall without a fret,
my deepest wound is my last regret

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