Up against a wall.
Two dead bodies to my sides.
A gun to my head .
Where am I you ask.
A white execution wall.
Can I tell you why?
I'm wondering why too.
Maybe my tipping off of france?
My master mind plans?
I really don't care.
All I know is I've been caught.
I'm danger now.
When I'm in Danger,
I think of random things like,
writing some haikus .
Haven't you noticed?
This whole last words journal peice,
is a string of them.
If you're reading this,
They have pulled the gun trigger.
I'm sorry U.S.A.
I thought that this was a very interesting piece to read and I like what you did toward the end. I think that's what really made it unique. You described what was going on, your surroundings and what's happening, but with the twist of being shot and an explanation why. Overall, I thought it was a wonderful writing piece that is definitely has individuality.
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