Penned after reading about tragedy in a newspaper article several years ago.
Vengeance Life. A precious gift breathed into the body of man by God, the Father of all creation. Life. The perfect gift, Taken by the hand of a sinful man. Five bullets to the head a mother of four dead. Baby boy lying near her bosom when home sweet home became a war zone. Motherless children devastation is their reality. Mother's shed blood drapes baby’s body, like a scarlet overcoat… Malefactor’s sinful heart continues to beat pumping putrid blood into icy veins. Minion of the devil, violator of all that's right How do you sleep at night? You sit in court with your head hung low. ruthless villain, surely you are not ashamed. Remorse knows not your name. Apologetic vomit spewed out the holder of lies situated on your aggravated face. Life. Snuffed out by your hand like a candle struck by a mighty wind. 36 years to life, the sentence you must serve... Step right up vengeance, your room awaits
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