(Sad music for effect :3)
I hold the gun
This won't be fun
I take a breath
We stand on a heath
I look at Eacker in the eye
I aim no higher than he
What will mom think?
Will I live?
I'm scared
I hear our seconds count
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
I feel someone whip around and-
I wake
We are at the pearl gates
I see a man quite like me
I ask who they are, and their name
They just say
"I'm your fathers friend,"
Is this the end?
I take his hand
I stand
I look back on the life I once had
I walk with the man to the gate
Angie, take care of mom
(The Angie he's referring to is his sister. Because Ham cannot be trusted XD)
YOU ARE READING
Hamilton Poetry
PoetryHello there Your new here? I see, welcome. Come in, sit down. -throws all the Hamilton characters biographies at you- Know this guy? Your in for a ride Full of bad poems! I'm making a Hamilton Poetry book. This is going to be Fun!
