The Hangman
They pass by him shadows of a conscience
Those ghosts of evil that waver non stop
Proclaiming his name in rhyme of vengeance
Yet buried when a life for death did swap.
They abused their youth everlasting love
Cast away decency humanity
Yet skilled in God’s message from above
A mind of decaying insanity.
Sure not happy to lay within the grave
Still hunger for depravity in death
Their executioner threaten with rave
No rest till completion of his last breath.
The pact of equilibrium to play
Good evil both on earth to have their day.
The Hangman gets rid of humanities waste
or a legalized killer?
I swear the devil made me do this.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
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