Did you ever stop to think about the minds of the murderers?
They guilt that they experience when they were life plunderers?
How they must feel all the time, all alone
Wasting away becoming just skin and bone?
They have done a great deed from which isn't forgiven
Die at the chair or shamed at it for liven'?
Hated by all, rejected as well
Their death dates come soon like a toll of a bell
The pain that they feel inside as everyone jeers
As they hand from the gallows as everyone cheers
The tears that they spill from the pain that they're given
The madness inside of them has them driven
Have they ever said to you to just kill them now?
You beat them and at your feet they plead and bow
The remorse they feel is like none other
They cry for the forgiveness of their mother
We hate them, despise them, and treat them as dirt
With all the torture it makes them alert
Of suicide and leaving this cold world
And leaving their penance in which they've been hurled
They've killed before, why not again?
Strangle themselves so you will not win
They're dead inside and seem not to care
And you frown and growl, yell and glare
You want them to die, to pay the price
You control their life, like rolling the dice
They seem to sit and wait for their penance in vain
Feeling all the excruciating mental pain
The hate that they feel is just unreal
Their sentence isn't as bad as the guilt that they feel
They walk away, pained gaze focused down
As they head to prison sentenced by the town
Have you ever killed a man?
Got scared and ran?
Felt the guilt and pain?
While you were still sane?
Compassion to them is very rare
No one is ever dealt with fair
So go on and sentence this guilt ridden man
His pain will have ended, and yours has began
Friday, April 1, 2011
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