The one at the wheel

Let out a squeal

As he saw the bent steel

And began to feel

His face turn teal

As he threw up his last meal

And realized this was real

He really sealed the deal

And really did steal

His life for real

his mental wounds would never heal

But he was protected by a shield

Cuz as he glanced at the weapon he'd wield

He noticed no harm

Done to his arm

And got woke like an alarm

As he glanced at the passenger

Who had been mass injured

Bloody like a massacre

It had all fast occurred

When shit hit the fan like an elastic turd

The blast he heard

Still rang in his ear drums

He was going near dumb

As he'd steer some fear-some

Glance at his peer from

Where he sat in the driver's chair

And saw something raising his arm hair

As what lie there

Was a hand with the grip of a bear

Which gave him a scare

And he attempted to tear

It off and grow a pair

But he couldn't and he wouldn't dare

Because he cared

To much for this shared

Bond that they had

Brothers from different dads

But it was sad

The day they both went mad

Callin themselves rad

So he cried while he pried

The hand from the man who died

Off of his arm and tried

But he sighed

Noticing a knife by his side

He wouldn't survive

If he choose to abide

By the no thug left behind

Rule that kept coming to mind

So he then lined The rind

Where he made the decision

To make an incision

Christ had then risen within him

So he rolled up the linen

sleeves

And grieved

Unreleaved

And would heave

Out a scream

With a gleam

Of hope for what's next

He felt blessed

But couldn't rest

And felling a little vexed

He did what no one expects

He says his final goodbyes

To his homie that died

As his own adrenaline rise

So as he gripped the knive's

Hilt and placed it on his own arm

And rotated it like a tone arm

And so far

He had only breached the skin

But he kept cutting and then

Tapped the bone

Let out a groan

That seemed to be two toned

One of relief and one of grief

For this would turn over a new leaf

So with one last heave

He couldn't believe

How much he would bleed

But he patched up his arm grey

And got outta the car's stay

To flee harms way

He was still alarmed may-

Be he could start away

And find a farm say

Help me seal my wounds

Tell them a story of goons

Attacking him so soon

Causing him to swoon

They'd eat that up with a spoon

So he walked up to a one room

Little boon-docks

And saw a little dude throwin rocks

And went up to the door and knocked

With a story in mind

Seemingly to be the perfect crime

A woman came to the door in no time

And showing quite a spine

She asked rather inclined

"What happened to thine

Arm are you fine?"

And while trying to find

The story in his mind

He stood there seeming rude

But he didn't know what to do

So what flew

From his mouth after about a minute or two

Was the truth

About what had ensued

How he and his dude

Had been pursued

By police after new heights reached

After their crimes breached

And his friend died sheesh

He'd told her too much

But she was too touched

By what he had done

She smiled and called him her son

"Despite you being on the run

I see the good man that sin has rung

And how you sprung

Away from satan

With blatant hatin

Despite his waitin

And him sitting to your right

Allow this to be the start of your new life"

She brought him into her home

And with a soothing tone

Told him he is not alone

And that he shall never roam

From the lords shalom


She took something she'd grown

And gave it to him to eat

It tasted like pure wheat

But made him fall asleep

But before he closed his eyes

He cried

for the woman who had brought him inside

"What is your name so i can thank the man

Above all this scary land

For placing me in the very hands

Of..."

"Miryam"