The Unfairness Of Angels

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 The  Charles Laxton Chronicles Part 1:  Stitched up
Revenge, that one word kept me going
Within these four concrete walls
The screams of men being raped
The tears of solitude
As haunting as the screams
Revenge kept me going!

Time is a man-made annoyance
For what is time to an animal?
That's what we are here.
Caged animals, beasts that feed
Beasts among beasts
Always hungry, always hating!

I don't seek forgiveness for being a beast
But I deny the crimes, that led me here
I was framed,
Stitched up better than a factory
of Chinese clothes makers.
As the guilty go about their normal lives

I'm guilty of knowing them
Each and every one of them
They say nothing is free in this world
And it's not, but that word ‘Free'
Has now cost me my freedom
But their cost, will be worse!

All I had to do was deliver packages
And get given another package back
And deliver it back to the guys
£100 a package they gave me
20 packages a day, 7 days a week
You can do the maths!

I was loaded, raking it in.
I was wearing designer clothes
Smelling of designer aftershaves
I mixed with glamour models
And the glamorous!
My life was great!

It's usually at these moments
The moments when people
are at their most happiest
When the devil comes for your soul!
I knocked at the door, as normal
The door was open and inside I saw….

Death, Slaughter, Carnage!
Men tied to chairs, eyes out of sockets
Men nailed to the wall
Mutilated, cut up, fingers missing
The smell of burning flesh
Blood soaked walls!

I felt the vomit from my stomach
Reach up past my throat and mingle
With blood and human remains
I clutched the packet like it was
A holy cross, protection from Evil
But nothing could protect me from this!

As if lurking in the shadows
They came from nowhere
I heard the sirens first
Then saw the flashing blue lights
Shouts of "Get down on your knees!"
Then the feel of cold steel around my wrists!

The packet was forged money
But when accused of multiple murder
Forgery was the least of my worries
The people I worked for
Vanished, like a ship in the mist
And left me to my nightmare!



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