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.
