The life of a man is not yours to judge,
Songs of the soul, scripted in blood,
Power was sought, though death is the gift,
Lust was the enemy, beautiful, with a deadly kiss,

Towers of torment surround his soul,
Still he is not yours to judge no more,
Percing lies remain in the heart,
He must remember, he played his part,

Tears of the family can not save him, now,
His time is over, dead, and underground,
Do not weep, for the soul that is no more,
Do not judge him, for you will walk the same road,

The man with a past is not yours to judge,
Instead, show the lost love,
For, he could be you or someone you love,
Fear this destiny, or you will become,

The one that is lost,
The one that is judged....

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