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"Rocket" Porter


Death, o what a feat for man, the only. For him to die an honorable death; Merely him sounds definitely lonely. But in his last moment, with his last breath Those words spoken remain as legacy. “So many lies yet promises were kept”, Maybe because it was his way to be. Thy hath Satan’s own hands stif’ling your neck. But he fears none, so to Death he brings shame. Though fear Her not and still meet his demise. For all of us to remember his name. All but Death. Still he fails to realize Life as a man is far beyond over. Should have never bought a black Range Rover.
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