The Criminal

The gory thoughts inside my head,
Make me kneel beside my bed.
I pray to lord my soul to keep,
But he made my soul too weak.
I still imagine killing him,
Malicious slicing on each limb,
The thoughts won’t STOP.
It’s too easy pre-meditate this,
I’m afraid I will actually do this.
I should be locked up
Yet I haven’t a need to fess up.
I deserve to drown,
Put me down.

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