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May 2014
He killed someone innocent because he was simply "in his way"
He gave up one's life because he was "having a bad day"
What more is there to do then let him feel what he's done
How else will he learn, the pain he caused that innocent man's son?

He may sit inside Jail, but he'll be breathing and alive
He may not have anything but he's still living life
What gives him the right to earn what he took?
What makes it okay to live as a crook?

But once you **** him he's free, he doesn't have to worry about the nightmares he'll see
But imagine his family at home
Their feelings on this man who's alive in a jail room of stone,
And that could be good, knowing he's suffering as he always have should
Or maybe that's bad because they dream of the dad they once had
Maybe that's bad because they have nightmares of him escaping and doing even more harm than them being just sad

Well escaping is rare
But what happens when all the jails are filled, with inmates and such.* Prisoners who think they deserve even this much

What happens when they take advantage of this- the life that they're living, the time that we're giving

They're the monsters who ruin so many lives, they pull us in and we're handed the knife.
Because it's not them that we're freeing, it's everyone else.
*To know the monster is gone forever is all to them that helps
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