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'' Deceased ''
As the killer's stalk,
Their victims walk,
Oblivious to what will unfold,
Like a preying hawk,
They aim to shock,
The outcome will leave you cold.
Conscience is rare,
If it's even there,
Murderers know nought of contrition,
They just don't care,
They are unaware,
An ideal based on their supposition.
Since time began,
Most do plan,
To ensure you take your last breath,
Their victim they scan,
Be it woman or man,
Till ultimately, they meet with death.
Those left behind,
With pain they're aligned,
While the murderer laughs at their sorrow,
To justice we're blind,
Our laws are designed,
To ensure killers have a tomorrow.
Left to shed tears,
For the rest of their years,
The families and friends wonder why,
The mist never clears,
Nor disappears,
Common justice they would love to apply.
Do-gooders claim,
You mustn't defame,
Even butchers deserve our respect,
His past was to blame,
He's no longer the same,
With the world he will now reconnect.
In a short while,
The killer will smile,
Soon after him being released,
Again, it will rile,
Our killer's been vile,
He has left another,
‘' Deceased ‘'
Their victims walk,
Oblivious to what will unfold,
Like a preying hawk,
They aim to shock,
The outcome will leave you cold.
Conscience is rare,
If it's even there,
Murderers know nought of contrition,
They just don't care,
They are unaware,
An ideal based on their supposition.
Since time began,
Most do plan,
To ensure you take your last breath,
Their victim they scan,
Be it woman or man,
Till ultimately, they meet with death.
Those left behind,
With pain they're aligned,
While the murderer laughs at their sorrow,
To justice we're blind,
Our laws are designed,
To ensure killers have a tomorrow.
Left to shed tears,
For the rest of their years,
The families and friends wonder why,
The mist never clears,
Nor disappears,
Common justice they would love to apply.
Do-gooders claim,
You mustn't defame,
Even butchers deserve our respect,
His past was to blame,
He's no longer the same,
With the world he will now reconnect.
In a short while,
The killer will smile,
Soon after him being released,
Again, it will rile,
Our killer's been vile,
He has left another,
‘' Deceased ‘'
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