CAMELOT FANTASIES

Part of the gang isn’t the mafia
What’s planned doesn’t always fall in place
Strangers in appearance
Enemies portray a fake face
It’s in these moments his ego was boasting
To the same people who would decide his final roasting
It was early morning hours he returned to his new home
They planned the ambush at three
He was returning from a late night winning spree
Felt on top of the world
Forcing monies from innocence was a game to him
He entered the lower garage of his building
Feeling incredible and free
It’s been said, he was riddled with 48 bullets
He didn’t see it coming
Left behind wailing family
Their imprisonment continues
While he is now truly free

~Divine