Coup De Grace the Final Blow
They all lied...
they all hid...
They are all guilty for
what they did..
you, you violent abuser...
you forfeit your name...
degraded shadowed in shame...
there is no glory in your story...
the law will catch you...
with or without your confession...
you the murderer of the twins...
two baby boys slammed into
oblivion...
this blow felt by the nation...
these lives taken,
hell your destination...
to all of you, who conspired to
the event...this so called
tight twelve...this dark secret
...this will haunt you...be prepared...
the twins your relatives
so many did not care...
...these babies you did not want...
drugs, alcohol, no job, your lot...
tick tick goes the cops clock...
...squirm you coward, you're known,
soon this unknown, revealed,
we'll get our pound of flesh,
surreal...
this nation will crucify your sin...
you will pay, you murderer of children...
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