Forgive Me

Every time he killed a man
He prayed for forgiveness,
He couldn’t help himself
It was more like a sickness,
His drug addiction

He wasn’t a bad man,
Simply a creature of habit
Unable to control himself,
Emotions, Desires,
Temptations

Have you ever cried
For another man,
As you stab him in the back?

The purpose for his existence
Seems like a mystery
But maybe he is not a
Creation of God at all,
But rather the devil himself

Maybe he is death itself

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