The man walked out piercing sweetly the heart

The man’s hands covered damp redness of a liquid

The man could hear the resonance and reverberation  of lights

There is an utter sight of red and blue coming from the resonances

The man looks at his hands with guilt drinking at his soul

The man pauses with suspension for a moment his legs frozen with ice covering as the cops come

The man finds the will to run and heads into the darkness of the tall green edged thick grass

Each step he takes he fills his lungs dry and parched out of air

Each moment and finally the rain fall but the blood is a permit un washable stain on his cloths

Each time he looks back he remembers the look in his victim’s eyes

He lived his life with no rules and no limits

He lived his life not knowing guilt or regret

He never thought killing would eat at his soul

His lips mutter as finally the men in blue suits reach him

His hands forced back into the silver bracelets

His body dragged to the car

There he sits till they make it to the place of iron bars

There he waits for judgment day

There he is taken to the court

He bites his lip in shame knowing he is guilty man slaughter first degree

He moves his fingers with care and looks at the judge with deep eyes

He knows that they have no right to try him only god should decide life or death

If only he had figured that out before the broken neck of an innocent girl

If only he figured that before he took up the gun and shot it

If only he had seen that before he took the knife

For it was not his right to play God, and because he tried to he broke human law and God law

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