A Criminal’s Fate
The isolation of a criminal. With blood on hands...
With blood on hands
He presents a picture of rage
A life may be lost
So is his peace
Cursed by the kin of the victim
Punished by law
He is a man with a shattered heart
Pain is felt every moment
His pain felt by none
As his crime speaks his bad nature
Though he’s a poor creature
Tortured by the force of time
Desires to be a good soul
But destiny denies it
Got a nerve to slash a throat
That was once
But now got no nerve
To even utter a word
As silence has silenced
His woes to the world
For him
Any promise will never hold
He presents a picture of rage
A life may be lost
So is his peace
Cursed by the kin of the victim
Punished by law
He is a man with a shattered heart
Pain is felt every moment
His pain felt by none
As his crime speaks his bad nature
Though he’s a poor creature
Tortured by the force of time
Desires to be a good soul
But destiny denies it
Got a nerve to slash a throat
That was once
But now got no nerve
To even utter a word
As silence has silenced
His woes to the world
For him
Any promise will never hold
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