Dying in fury
Sentence is death, you can not come back
You have no hope, neck waiting for rope
Priest are still praying, like Death he is in black
Dying in grief… You can not believe…
You was so cruel, admit your own crime
You killed your future, you ruthless butcher
Hangman are ready, you just a grime
Dying in sorrow… No time to borrow…
Last words are useless; you know it, my friend
You have never trusted and soul has rusted
Pray can not help you, life came to the end
©2007 Lau Goldman. All rights reserved.
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