Innocent Murderer
His confession without doubt was true
This I say not for the tear
The white pupil and stretched balls
Nor the groan and incessant sob
And outbursts of “oh no God, please no”
The favors he humbly asked
Knowing of his life he would close
Its succulence never taste
Yet for forgiveness groped he
On public broadcasts struggled
Amidst angry and hateful voices
That knew no forgiveness but revenge
So fell his confession on angry deaf ear
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