I went to the shop,
and guess who I see,
But the murderous man
looking at me.

I stare in his eyes,
with a feeling of dread,
Before I could speak
I was already dead.

And as I look down
my body lies still
prone on the floor
by the open till.
Michael Edwards

Beware of the shop
Save your money and breath
For the murderous man
Only sells certain death

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