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Trapped in handcuffs that is your fury, 
you sentence me to where we first met; 
no further investigation for you make up the jury. 

Justify my rights to be countered into a threat. 
Leave me to confess to the life i chose not to live; 
the crime scene you rest in; we both wake in a cold sweat. 

The judge’s face looks as if inspired by the 50’s; 
boyish with virtues of a man raised by anger. 
We wait for my future to be sealed by your hired committee. 

All punishments end in a death prematurely; 
consider my last words to replicate Marie Antoinette’s. 
Walk up with the cross, announced to crucify only purely. 

My end has been set- 
but to the falling sun, i would be happy to give 
all my unspoken regrets. 

For my life is at its end, but my soul has many more victories, 
enough to feel no pain from pulling out the dagger; 
notice how my acute perception is reborn within these trees. 

My soul wanders through your words so securely. 
The worst has happened, but it only provided a safety net 
and directions to the real paradise you once used to lure me. 

Revisit my head you keep chilled in the freezer, yet 
you lost my heart when it learned to forgive. 
You may have taken my body, but for my love, you can no longer beset. 

The story of my life will forever be your favorite genre of mystery, 
and when children read about you in glamor, 
know that the story doesn’t end until the truth finally arrests the guilty.

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