The Crime
Locked inside,
No-where to run,
The chance of escape is close to none.
Controlled by guards,
With others in hell,
A future of suffering,
an unbroken spell.
Remember that night with jealousy in hand,
Murder on your mind and blood in the sand.
For nothing but confusion a man lay cold,
And you behind bars for years to grow old.
So, if you had to do it again,
would you commit the ultimate sin.
No-where to run,
The chance of escape is close to none.
Controlled by guards,
With others in hell,
A future of suffering,
an unbroken spell.
Remember that night with jealousy in hand,
Murder on your mind and blood in the sand.
For nothing but confusion a man lay cold,
And you behind bars for years to grow old.
So, if you had to do it again,
would you commit the ultimate sin.
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